A Bag
I Carry a bag of memories with me ,
a comb, a wrench, a pair of keys;
these objects mean so much in kind,
they belonged to wonderful friends of mine.
I carry a bag of pictures with me,
so when I get lonely, I pull out two or three
I lay them out for our kids to see
the cool things we did at nineteen.
I carry a bag of problems with me,
so I never forget what could have happened to me
problems can be solved very simply
just ask for help from your memories.
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