Traveling Poem by Audrey Heller

There are people who love to travel.
Consequently, it's the only way they
want to live. They don't like being
tied down, for they haven't too much
to give. The only time they're happy,
is when they're on the go. Taking
them just about anywhere, the wind
will blow. Adventure, is what they're
after, the excitement of new places,
fills them with wanderlust. Making
plans to go on a trip, is a must. They
couldn't possibly, stay in one place
too long. They's pick themselves up,
pack their bags and once again, move
along. At times, I envy them and wish
I could do the same. But knowing me,
it can never be. I enjoy my comfort,
but that's, the name of the game!