Away
Though never one to take much risk,
My younger self, at least,
Would view life as a banquet
And be ready for a feast.
I'd sample some exotic tastes
And venture, armed with pluck,
To unfamiliar places,
Never worried I'd be stuck.
I'd marvel at the vast array
Of offerings to choose,
Without the aid of tour groups,
Led by bus or van or cruise.
My older self, however,
Having savored many treats,
Is less likely to explore, with ease,
Unknown or foreign streets.
So being in a brand-new place,
Though temptingly arrayed,
Has me, sadly, having to admit
I'm just a bit afraid.
Of course, we'll go and do and see
But not quite like before.
We'll still dive in but nowadays
Stick closer to the shore.
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