My Bag
I have a lifetime of projects,
that I carry round in a plastic bag.
A paper bag would be better
but plastic is more durable.
And it needs to be.
It has had to last a lifetime,
my bag.
A lifetime of ideas,
doings and sayings
carefully annotated and stored
for use sometime later.
To be finished, or started
sometime later.
I can add an idea,
capture a thought,
write it down,
so it will be there,
in my bag.
It's getting heavy
my bag.
Who would have thought
that dreams
could be so heavy,
even encased in paper.
It's getting full
my bag.
So is my life empty
with everything on the inside.
Perhaps now it’s time
to start emptying it out.
Slowly though.
One at a time,
and with care.
It's getting late.
But not too late,
I hope,
to empty my bag.


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