I choose my destination
But someone interrupts
And they ask where do you go on vacation?
I say sorry my dear, the word 'vacation' has disappeared
since a long time in my notepad.
And this working horse gallops out of the track
So never reach the goal it seems.
Even I do not have a leisure time to replace my wearied horseshoes.
Someone interrupts!
Excellent use of metaphor. One gets no vacation from life. And the race goes on. Courage, my friend.10, for you. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Vacations seem to be the prerogative of the rich in this helter skelter world where working takes up most of the day and not working leaves mouths empty. I love your old fashioned horse and his pesky irritation. Reminds me of Jerry he he. Love, Allie x x x x