Off We Will Go

We’re taking a trip.

I’m nervous, but packed.

Anxiety worsens

With age; that’s a fact.

 

Yet off we will go;

We’ll give it a shot

And might have the time

Of our lives, or might not.

 

At least it’s a change

From our daily routine,

With a visit to places

That we’ve never seen.

 

We’ve worried and planned

But, like reading this poem,

In a flash, it will seem,

We’ll be flying back home.