This Old Bag

is so familiar.
the burden within
its fitted straps
easily carried upon my back.

across the miles
through the years so-much-so
I sense the wear
feel the tears

running down -

as I wander -
do I need another old bag
to fit so well
to carry the burden upon my back

like mine still does.
because I’ve often thought, ‘I wanted that’.
but when I look
the trend is bagless!

which worries me

because

without an old bag to fit so well,
the burden within
its fitted straps
easily carried upon my back.

 

how should I bear the load?

image; internet. ‘This Old bag!’ Could be a bag, a wife - husband or part of a vacuum cleaner!

Who knows?

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