Category : Poems

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Baggage, baggage, baggage, 
excess some is thought, 
But when you’re far from home, 
you depend on what you’ve brought. 

Sometimes you can travel light with 
just a change of underwear. 
Other times you seem to bring half the house 
for a long time you’ll be there. 

Packing a large suitcase, 
on wheels you tug it along. 
Or if it’s just a backpack, 
you may feel like singing a song. 

For no matter how much stuff you bring, 
something you will miss 
That you simply cannot do without 
and didn’t think to have it on the list. 

© Copyright 1998 by Jean E. Gorney