Just Bones Poem by Jacson Gelato

Everyone wants to have fun
they go for holidays
they go for adventure
some like driving, some like flying
some like swimming, some like skiing;
everyone likes traveling
to a new place, to a new destination;
they pack their bags
and start their journeys,
everyone stops and looks around
with a grin and a wonder all along
at those mountains and hills
that tell their own stories.

People keep rushing to see
old churches and cathedrals
castles and palaces;
they feel assured of history
they feel they get connected
to those days of past glory;
they appreciate everything
from the vests to the boots
from the swords to the spears
from the shields to the cannons
that are on display in those museums,
in those palaces and cathedrals;
they find everything they see
is so marvelous and memorable.

Finally, they decide to return home
they bring pictures and show to
their friends and families;
they forget to identify their own
interests and gains as they have rushed
back home after a hectic fortnight
drinking and eating the best of foods
every evening sitting in the pubs
drinking by the sea or in the nightclubs.

Life is a big holiday when it is holiday time
and though they get lost in appreciation of
old monuments and buildings,
they feel it has empowered their knowledge,
they feel it was worth walking those steps
paying those entry fees and looking in details
at every artifact and antique that were stored
with care and veracity in those medieval places,
even Eiffel Tower makes everyone feel delighted.

When it is time to return back to work
they have no time to re-join
relaxation and appreciation,
as they are already so tired;
and they have to get back to their work,
their routine of life continues;
in a few months their holiday is all forgotten;
suddenly their eyes fall on
their own photographs,
they run to an agent
they check the prices for air tickets
some book on line
hotels, car- hire, bus-tours, rail tickets
they feel they have to travel again
and see more of the world.

The next summer they travel
to a new place, a new country;
the truth behind it is
man feels the whole earth is where
his two feet must walk until it is time
for him to quit
from this universe and to travel
to an unknown destination
where he will meet no one
or see no one or nothing;
where he will need no relaxation
where he will have no need for appreciation
as he will turn into dust
and his limbs will be just bones.