Riding a Camel

A friend went to Morocco And she rode a camel there. I saw the photos and I wondered If I’d take that dare. Another pal’s in Egypt And, on pictures she did post, There she is atop a camel, Looking happy and engrossed. As a child I rode a camel When I visited the zoo, Where it walked around a circle As it somehow learned to do. Yet, to ride one in the desert, Decades later, feeling old, I’m not certain I could muster What it takes to be so bold. I am planning a vacation, But the place I hope to go Has no camels and no deserts, So I guess I’ll never know.