Penned this while waiting to board my plane this morning:
Goodbye, wife. Goodbye, son.
Goodbye, Barkley. I won't be long.
Goodbye, car and goodbye, home.
Now, in rentals and Marriotts I'll roam.
Goodbye, closet and all your space.
All I need's in this suitcase.
Homecooked meals and good night's sleep,
down the road, again we'll meet.
Goodbye, winter. Goodbye, snow.
I won't miss you, truth be told.
For it's time for sunshine and baseball games.
That is, unless of course...