A Travel Poem

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From the East Coast
Flying west after sunset
I could see daylight
At the far horizon
It began to slip away
As our busy lives
Often seem to do.

The sky grew dark
I could see
A sliver of a moon.

A bright star shining too.

Looking down I see
The lights of cities and towns.

And I wonder
About the people there.

Are they eating dinner?

Watching a ballgame?

Hanging out at the pub?

Whatever it may be
I hope they feel loved
I hope they have found
Something to bring them joy.

And give their lives purpose.

I hope they take the time
To reflect on their lives’ purpose.

I hope they take the time
To reflect on their lives
And not take the world
For granted.

There is so much more
Beyond the distractions
of daily life.

I hope they go far
Below the surface
And find what makes life
Truly worthwhile.

Robert Campbell
Beaufort

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