Tomorrow I'll be back at home
To sleep in my own bed,
And in Room 306, there will be
Someone else instead.
Someone's feet will stand where mine
Have stepped into the shower;
Maybe flakes of me remain,
If maids did not quite scour.
New people will sleep upon
The mattress and the pillows;
They'll sit on the balcony
And gaze at palms and willows.
Other folks will shade themselves
Beneath hut 508;
They'll be working on their tans
While mine evaporates.
It's a strange phenomenon
To have the realization,
We're on and off the carousel
When we are on vacation.
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flakes of you that might remain?
ReplyDeleteewwwww! an image i didn't need to see!
next time i stand in a time-share drain,
i'll try to block that memory!