When others travel abroad they are excited about seeing new places…eating new dishes…experiencing new adventures…meeting new people…learning new languages…. (my list could actually go a long long way..) BUT ME? when i travel abroad..(which i always do with my family) I am excited for only one thing….SHOPPING….
a hundred colored choices
filling my sight in a glimpse;
so delicate, so soft, so elegant
touching you is what i want;
intricately and perfectly laid
choosing is difficult indeed.
i could pick one anyway
knowing you makes me wanna stay;
so close, so smooth, so sweet
touching makes me fall off my feet;
sophisticated and enchanted you are made
making up my mind as i persuade.
should it be the one i adore?
or just bear what my desire could be.
somehow, someway i need to pick
my heart bleeds feeling like I’m prick;
my mind is truly torn
deciding makes me forlorn.
I can’t make up and decide
seeing furious faces as they hide;
annoyed by million years undecided
messing up everything offered;
by angry ladies as they plea
from fickle – minded shoppers like me.
i admit the general rule that every poet is a fool; but i guess every fool is not a poet….you see i would be a fool if i will not say there’s no other way to enjoy traveling than shopping; especially if your pocket is filled with extra bunch of cash…(that is..if you have..) well i guess you wouldn’t dare travel if in the first place you barely have ….or can you? .. would you?…
- Why do you travel? (passportsandpamplemousse.wordpress.com)