Twelve Thousand Miles
Already counting down the days
just forty ticks upon the wall,
it cannot come too soon for us
too many years have passed us by.
Just forty ticks upon the wall
twelve days to fill with memories,
twelve nights of sleep we’d rather not
twelve thousand miles of hopefulness.
It cannot come too soon for us
these shores are too familiar now,
though gone the days of youthful romp
we’ll soon be rolling back the years.
Too many years have passed us by
since last we packed our cases tight,
three hundred hours of winter Sun
just six more Fridays – and we’re gone.
Written and Posted October 13th 2015
For ‘Shall we Retourne?’ contest
Sponsored by Debbie Guzzi
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