he had a different kind
of future with each girl,
the blonde was a blue picket fence,
a well paying job
a stay at home mom.
the tall brunette was a vacation
in france, a life of traveling
vagabond sweethearts.
but she,
she was a home with the light always on
supper at the end of the day
but he walked away,
hint of forever scared him off.
wanderlust caught up again,
and she's much more appealing.
he still hasn't shaken her off yet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem. Remember, it works both ways.. -chuck