Watching travelogs about the tropics
I yearn for the warm sunny beaches
Don't get me wrong I still love Canada
But miss those gentle summer breezes
The fresh sea air drifting across the water
Soft and exhilarating sun on my skin
Heaven like feeling matched by my mind
Always accompanied by a grin
Too old now to expect things to change
Will forever be an unfulfilled dream
But I can still dream about the tropics
Still can till I finally run out of steam
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