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And Bags – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Baggage – RDP Friday

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“Just because you have baggage doesn’t mean you have to lug it around” ย Richie Norton.

 

And Bags

Sometimes,
I do go back to those days,
of dusty sheds with oily tractors
and bags of grain,
the smell of rust and diesel
pungent phosphate, O
those poor broken saws,
musty canvas,
the bale loader which made us slave,
and wrestling with rams
as we fleeced them.
Endless days of heavy lifting,
good clean muscling
and nights of easy sleep,
but nothing like days of heavy bearing,
where the heart is loaded,
carrying a lifetime of feelings,
that can never be weighed,
but which need tender love
that they might ever be lifted.

ยฉPaul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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