There is a room in my house
Where luggage goes to die
Because I have not used it since
Sir Covid walked on by
Battle scarred from trips and flights
From many moons ago
Wounded wheels from airport styles
Tossed from to and fro
They’ve seen more of the world than most
Both continents and climes
Sailing, flying, driving, trains
World travel is divine
Here’s hoping that this trend will change
In coming months and years
I’ll pull my luggage out and fill
Them up and take them on a trip, With passport & my phone in hand
I’ll wipe away my undertraveled tears
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