A Story About A Travelling Man. 

I woke up one frosty January morning, 

Feeling kind of insecure. 

I got out of my bed and looked out of my window, 

I knew I didn’t belong in that town anymore. 

So I got into the bath and washed myself down, 

Rinsed off the soap and then got out. 

I had a shave and put on some warm clothes, 

It was almost 9 a.m. it would soon be time to go. 

I had a hearty breakfast, 

Then packed my old rucksack. 

I walked out the front door, 

Trying my best not to look back. 

As I passed the town border, 

The tears welled in my eyes. 

I had got to thinking, 

Of the good old times. 

I stopped in my tracks, 

And I turned about. 

I thought to myself “Maybe someday I will leave, 

But for the moment I’ll stick around.”