Luggage – 2

There was a race
but no whistle blow
You started running
I must be slow

Vigor in your steps
was sharp and clean
mine was toddler
bare-foot lean

Past every march
you raise hands
I kept waving
at empty stands

You were greeted
with band, flowers, scout
My patch was thorny
had to watch out

If they wonder about
your winning spree
I was carrying luggage
and you were free !!!


2 thoughts on “Luggage – 2

  1. no point in carrying such luggage that slows you down. it weighs heavier as the time passes. better find ways to get rid of it. throw it away and grab your opportunities my friend, before it is too late.
    the advice is for the person in the poem.:-))

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