It was only yesterday I touched down
To a room full of family and hugs.
I could discourage the traveling frown
By leaning into where my heartstring tugs.
But responsibility tells its tale,
Reminding me that this has to be brief.
I am given enough time to exhale
To enjoy this short moment of relief.
I have to go and get my bag repacked
Because there is a flight calling my name.
My job could threaten me by being sacked;
I’ll continue to play its silly game.
I hope you are happy that I have been,
But this trip has been there and back again.
John Collings 