Sometimes I feel like a suitcase
Bumbled and fumbled and sticker marked
With all the places I have been.
The leather is worn and a soft green.
I need my zipper replaced.
Perhaps the lining is a bit ragged
But I am filled with memories,
With experiences for good or bad
Who have changed me into who I am.
Perhaps then,
We shouldn’t always try to get rid of baggage
Sometimes
It can teach us something.
