Travel

It’s never been unmitigated fun
to travel to or with my family.
That’s not because of them or anyone
outside myself – the issue is with me.
I’ve always loved my time alone. I shun,
as far as I recall, all company.
Except (and here’s the moral of this poem),
I have to venture out to come back home.

(Ottava Rima)

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