Have to cross the borders
to travel in order
to see my children
who live in different regions.
The joy of visiting them
turns into glum
the long hours of flight
is in itself not blight.
Three hours over the sky
is plausibly a pleasurable drive
anything more is apprehensive
transforms into repulsive .
No country is so near as that
most lie far away in state
a full day or more into the clouds
makes one resist travel aloud.
The thought of a day and more
confines one to a no more
as the age advances every year
travel does not hold any cheer.
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