An Ode to the Expat

Posted at June 22, 2011

We love Costa Rica because it is warm.
The people are gentle and do us no harm.
The mountains are green and the jungles are too.
Teaming with animals, like a natural zoo.
There are beaches galore with every color of sand.
And waves of all sizes, hey ain’t it grand!
We come here to escape the rat race of the States.
With hope of new life and maybe a date.

But then the truth comes crashing down upon me.
That Costa Rica is no paradise, you see.
Problems follow us whereever we go.
From the depths of the sea to mountains covered with snow.
So we pack up our bags and head for the hills.
After Costa Rica has delivered its last lingering thrill.
Back to whence we came and not for the better.
But Costa Rica stands fast awaiting the next feller.

We say that our failure was a “cultural thing.”
But the truth really hurts as down crashes our dream.
To be an expat in a tropical paradise paved with gold.
And filled with adventure even as we grow old.
But life has its way of sinking your boat.
As you struggle with might to keep it afloat.

I love Costa Rica and just cannot leave.
But as for problems Costa Rica offers me no reprieve.
Nevertheless I will be here to my last day on earth.
Hoping karmaic influence will give me new birth.
To a less stressful existence, perhaps as a bird.
That soars to the heavens without uttering a word.

This cycle of life is a wonderful thing.
Although being an “expat” does not always live up to the dream.

Lo sentimos, pero los poemas Inglés no se traducen bien …..