"Check Out"

 
Walked up to check-out,
thought twice, went back.
Said to self, “I’ll give me slack;”
today I will avoid that rout.
Keep my key, put here alright,
think I’ll Stay another night.

Back again, in the mourn,
right there at the granite;
reconsidered, I took for granted,
since my room so adorn;
I guess it came as no surprise,
not yet this journey’s demise.

All packed and ready to go,
I walked out to return my key;
same thought occurred to me,
think another night this key I’ll stow;
I’m free to leave when I may,
I think I’ll stay another day.