Traveller

She’s twenty five and German and of course
She’s travelling to broaden mind so young
She only talks to Germans and what’s worse
Believes that she will grow from what she’s done
So much the fräulein fails to see and learn
For people just like her is where she cleaves
The dishes dirtied are not her concern
The hostel staff will clear the mess she leaves
“Where have you been and where do you go now?”
“I’ve heard that you can skydive in that place”
Through tourist traps and drunken nights she’ll plough
And everything is “cool” or sometimes “ace”
Someday she’ll journey deep into her mind
The woman who was once a young fräulein

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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