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.
Copyright © Deborah Seale | Year Posted 2023
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