Three days maybe enough
Before home beckons, come back.
Car is full of this and that,
Kitchen sink would not fit,
Suitcase size, choice tends to calm.
Driving through countryside
Maybe hug the coastal roads.
Find somewhere to hang your hats
Settle in hotel, motel, or apartment,
Enjoying company of others.
Sipping wine or drinking beer
Or indeed a cup of tea,
A conclusion is reached
What would you be doing differently?
Back at home base.
This Question often asked,
Nothing differently apparently, always answered.
Have you reached grey nomad status?
You must be driving a large Winnebago,
On the back the family car.
Hardier tow a caravan,
Keeping the country going,
The battle cry of grey nomads,
Meanwhile, in your car, wishing.
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