The Old Suitcase

There it was, just tossed aside. The old suitcase No more wanted or needed. But left. In the dust and dirt On the attic floor. Remaining unopened for Many years. It held the memories, of years gone by. Lost loves, Trips long taken, Some good, Some bad. Trips taken, Business or pleasure. Car or train, Bus or plane. The old suitcase, Waiting to be packed And repacked. Just waiting. One mile or a million miles, Always the same. Always waiting. People pass on, Time slips away, Things Like the old suitcase Get tossed aside only to remain unopened.