Customs Poem by Louis Cecile

Customs

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The age of check in

What do we bring today

Past or future

So scared of lost we would rather refrain from leaving the ground

A look inside reveals

Yet we still carry on

Places are people what we bring is not new

Reacting from memories

The feeling remains in a whisper

The years unfold to increase our load

Yet when we check out the return is unwanted

The truth is delayed in the luggage we brought

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shania K. Younce 09 November 2012

I very much love it. Bien. Bravo!

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Allemagne Roßmann 18 September 2011

I love especially the last line adding the climactic end of your poem..You know your readers and people go with the climax...i enjoyed

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