We hold suitcases a while to travel
Are never told that at life to marvel
Given the choice mystries unravel
A sudden spurt of greed wells cup
Suit we wear this life fast dries up
Case we fill with goods sums up
To the lid eventually we can't close
Travel alone while we all miss those
Not a memory for the case we chose
To the day we have to stop and unpack
Fill the case what we bought a stack
Up we used time for memories we lack
Arno Le Roux 20l4
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