Heavenly body number three; that’s the planet where I was born free.
I’m luck, why I can’t explain, to be born top of our world’s food-chain.
With selfishness I could, I know, crave for the things not needed to grow.
Gratefully I ask for no more, despite what fate may hold in store.

Living in a cultured Nation, I ponder at reincarnation.
 Blind destiny was cruel you see, it dumped me with a sick family.
But others that are in the News, exist in places I would not choose.
So even though life’s been quite bad, I have good health and didn’t go mad.

Growing up without many friends, allowed me to visit strange new lands.
Free to attempt life’s many things, without the ties that close friendship brings
No family ties meant I could choose, to risk the home a family daren’t lose.
 I have freedom to chase my dreams, ’cross Rivers, Oceans or just small streams!

 I’ve lived and worked in many lands, cooked local dishes in pots and pans.
Delicacies the locals eat, strange looking plants and their stranger meat.
Food’s a pleasure when travelling. There’s so much choice different cultures bring.
And music to entice your ears, too much to learn in a few short years.

And when at last you go back home, to mix with friends by whom you are known
Before too long you once again, find living at home is too much Pain.
But this vast world that we call: Earth, of strange new places it has no dearth.
I may live for fifty years more, with feet from travelling still quite sore!

 The day will come when I will tire, and stay at home in front of the fire.
To reminisce on life gone by, and wonder ‘Where all the years did fly?’
Listening to those around me, talking of places they’d love to see
There is a part of me that grins, remembering times abroard with friends.

As you journey across many lands, from fertile soils to the desert sands,
Every trip that you undertake, will a great hole in your options make.
The choice is yours alone to make, select ingredients and bake your cake.
When you choose well you can be sure, you’ll live a full life not wanting more.

But if that’s how you’ll spend your life, time will be short to search for a wife.
Families will put great demand, on the resources that you command.
Sacrifice the time and money, see the places with ‘Milk and Honey’,
Soak yourself in healing waters, and you may forfeit sons and daughters!

While growing old you look around, at treasure collections that you found,
And in your PC’s address book, for friendly names it’s the place to look.
There’s entries spanning half a world, and as you read memories are unfurled.
It’s tempting just to say “Enough!”, But you are made of much sterner stuff.

A traveller’s life will never cease, you’re buying clothes that simply don’t crease.
Knowing that when the summer comes, with bushes full of flowers and plums,
You’ll always at the airport be, to visit friends you simply must see.
Even though you met them last year, you’re only happy when they are near.