People Flock
On the ground or in the air,
People flock from here to there
And if they walk or bike or drive,
Eventually they’ll arrive.
Their journeys may be short or long,
Their need to travel weak or strong,
Yet everybody on the move
Succumbs, somehow, to travel’s groove.
For if they didn’t need to be
En route, they’d linger comfortably
Close by or in the hugs of home,
To read a book or write a poem.
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