“All the memories, filling the cupboards of the mind, of so much travel time, during holidays, now gone by” Gun Roswell

Reflections of a holiday gone by

The warm weather on a sunny day
Under the parasol the traveler lay
Wondering about nothing at all
As this time, was reserved, for a ball

A long lasting party on the beach
Food and drinks just, at reach
Laughter and rhythmic music
The one and only constant

As running in a movie like slow motion
On the sandy beach without commotion
Life simple and totally carefree
Blue seas and skies forever to see

Nothing coming close to perfection
As looking back at the reflection
Of a holiday well spent in the past
But alas, it was never meant, to last

Oh well, maybe will come, some other time
There will be an opportunity for something so fine
When the option of just trying to unwind
Under the perfect palm tree, with a wide smile