Was This Why We Came?

I will let the two year-old do my bidding.
She wants a nap. I want a nap. Both of us
Long ago tired of shopping. There's nothing
That spoils a trip somewhere special so quickly
As trudging through store after store for hours
Upon hours for cheap souvenirs, gifts that
The people back home will accept with
Expressions of gratitude, after which they will
Dispose of the things or hide them away.
There's no point to shopping for what no one
Wants, and the process is dreary. It's led both
The child and me to conclude that we were
Unwise to have come.

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Written on 2024-04-15 at 08:15

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