More seen, more said, more heard, more thought,

their bags packed ever heavier by travel as they go, 

the making of more sense with everything experienced,

all tourists marveling at journeys that seeming never end,

the all of it that’s come and gone along their paths,

the starts and stops, the rough and smooth ascents,

each wonder passing faster on the way from there to here,

how odd little old men and little old women have grown

but little better travelers at finding answers to the questions

young little children have just barely begun to ask

when they close their wide eyes easily to sleep,

planning excitedly all their adventures of tomorrow

before they journey into dreams of every possibility

a night flight into certain sunrise landing brings.

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