The Grey Nomad
They've faced life's trials and tribulation
Regardless of their age or station
While travelling they have no peer
At making friends, imbibing beer
They look at things and see no problem
Because they've solved so many of them
They only see the good in life
They know there is no joy in strife
They travel round our wide brown land
To see the desert bloom is grand
It's something very few have seen
The rarest time, the brown land green
The time they spend in a country town
For shops they are the jewel in crown
They buy their fuel and food and drink
And then move on in just a blink
They may be old and not so sprite
May be forgetful, but they might
Be far more than they really seem
As they carry on and live the dream
In Australia, senior citizens who travel the land by camper and motor home
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