People come and people go,
It isn’t always for us to know,
Just why they go away from here
To somewhere else that is still quite near.

Down the road they trundle along,
Heading for a place where they can belong,
Just for a few days or maybe a week,
What is I wonder, what do they seek?

A tidy pad, ablutions nearby,
A friendly host, a clear blue sky,
Some shade would help but not overhead,
A quiet place to lay their head.

Some like-minded folk who enjoy a chat,
Who like to share stories of this and that,
And five o’clock comes a glass of wine,
Is just what is needed to make my day shine.