Suitcase

Cherry

By smokejack

Sun, 26 Jul 2015
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My suitcase is tired

But it hides the tears

I know it’s had enough

Been this way for years

 

We’ve been through tough times

We’ve slept out in the cold

My suitcase sheds its skin

And like me it’s getting old

 

What’s a man to do

When work is hard to find

My life is folded before me

And I’m travelling blind

 

My suitcase is my friend

We often jump the train

We follow the moon and stars

And walk together in the rain

 

We tell each other stories

Lying awake without light

Laughing at our hopelessness

That one day we’ll get it right

 

Tomorrow is a new day

Yesterday was an old town

We’ll keep on wandering

Till we’re buried underground

 

©JMcN2015

 

Certificate U
Poem
Travel

Comments

Submitted by Bee on

This is excellent. Such a relationship with the tired suitcase, telling more about the narrators story through its own. I recognized the attachment. My rucksack has been with me through thick and thin - sometimes think I should get a new one, but we've been through so much together - like you and your suitcase. 

'Tomorrow is a new day

Yesterday was an old town

We’ll keep on wandering

Till we’re buried underground' - New day - old town - that's lovely, and the last two lines are a perfect ending for such a relationship.

Bee

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I love how you describe the travelling you've done with your suitcase, like it's become a roving friend to the end.

A poem I enjoyed reading.

Jenny.