Ironic
Sis and I, we like to travel the world.
As I engage in morning reflection,
I often wonder how we can be bold
When we don’t have a sense of direction.
Did no sense of north come from election?
Has it been passed down from our ancestors?
It seems it plagues all five of us sisters.
I remember getting lost a whole lot,
Walking about until we got blisters.
Well, anyway, it makes for food for thought.
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