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
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