Now, did I remember my socks,
The ones that will save my life.
The ones that I went and bought specially.
With the elastic that cuts like a knife
I know I shouldn’t be fretting,
The things won’t fit in my bag
but when you are a World traveler
there’s more on your mind then jetlag.
I’m sure seasoned wanderers all worry
about who will feed the house cat.
I’m sure their mind constantly harkens
to whether they locked up their flat.
My car has no petrol within it,
My office looks like a bombs hit.
I’ve probably left all the lights on
God knows who is going to child sit.
But when you’re a weary world traveler
These trifles when compared will fade
When held up and measured for impact
With whether I scored an upgrade.
