Money and free time,
Come and let’s travel the world,
That will never end.
Dreams whirl round and fade,
Like the mist that shrouds the trees,
On an autumn day.
I’m unpacking it,
My mind from the week before,
Finding rest and peace.
Writing really helps,
Releasing tensions slowly,
It’s mental stretching.
Time for more coffee,
The mug’s empty and it’s cold,
We all need top-ups!
