An Old Brown Paper Bag

There it is blowing in the wind having no control of its own the wind which you cannot see controls it as fully as it's blown That little old brown paper bag tells a picture of life so mundane we live here getting blown all around knocked about leaving one many a stain It's really so vulnerable like us all so light easily prone to many a tear in days before plastic, brown bags were all nothing else for it and it's not too dear There we are just like them so but we're tough able to persevere so next time you use one of them remind yourself that's me so very clear