If we could close our eyes,
Then re-open them to see,
People holding all their pain,
sorrow, torture & baggage...
Inside bags.
We'd see some carry more then other's.
Some carry 4 or 5.
Other's one small purse.
Maybe some might have huge suitcases.
While another with 5 backpacks.
And one with shopping bags filled up.
But even if one had 10 bags bags,
while someone had just only 1.
Doesn't make their pain any less.
& When we finally find the one,
that one person who chases it all away,
makes us feel OK.
We watch them,
as they help pick up our bags...
and we pick up their's.
& carry then into the sun set.
Forever taking the person,
& whatever pain they have to carry with them.
