As you jut out into the sea
Your culture, your food, well, I must conclude
They are causin' a change in me.
My words, they sound a bit different
My temper has become quite tame
I wear shorts year round, I bound at the sound
Of a street hawker's quaint "Same-same".
Oh, the multitude of skin tones,
Varying tongues and vibrant dress;
Each day that I grow, I reap and I sow
Opportunities so largess.
I study your streets and rivers
Your children, your wise and your old.
The sounds and the smells, the fried prawns with tails
The richness of cultures so bold.
I am but a wayward Gringo,
But yet I find open your arms.
The me you see, you allow me to be
And that portrays much of your charms.
Back home they sit and they wonder
"What must it be like in this land?"
Depends on the day, to Starbucks we stray
Or is a jungle trek at hand?
As great as the adventures seem,
I turn to a point of address:
The smell of the grass, my TOK class
I miss them so, I must confess.
But life is full of twists and turns,
And this is the one I now find.
My boys how they grow, with so much to show
And this we all must keep in mind.
So blessed are we to live today
On a planet filled to the brim.
So travel shall we, with so much to see
Still humble and and gracious to Him.
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