Moving On

 

I have rarely had to move,

Rarely had to pull up stakes,

Never had to leave completely

Or live in some exotic place.



But, I have done enough of travel

To know sometimes it hurts

To leave the place you hold most dear

And the place of fondest memories’ birth.



But, I promise you, weary traveler

That wherever you go, whatever you see

New adventures shall await your eyes

And new paths shall invite your feet.


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