Baggage
“Life’s too short babe, time keeps flying, I’m looking for baggage to go with mine”
I’m not a hoarder,
but trinkets do clutter my room,
and random items
do accumulate in my closets
and corners
much like memories
compile themselves
in the recesses
of my head.
People,
experiences-
good,
bad,
meh.
Excess Baggage?
Maybe.
No matter how many times a year I
sweep the cobwebs away
and toss out the useless,
the broken,
the disgusting,
a few always remain:
not needed,
but difficult to let go.
Maybe next time.
Posted on October 31, 2013, in Poetry and tagged baggage, hoarder, life, people, poem, quote, rent, trinkets. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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