A Bag Called Me

A Bag Called Me

Be a kid
Enjoy the ride
Pause a while
Step outside

Frozen now
For shortest time
Look around
Upwards climb

Scan the view
and hold it still
Come back soon
You never will

So what you can
Pack in your case
And take it to
A future place

When you’re there
Way down the line
Open it
Let it shine

Reminding you
from green to gold
What you held
You still hold

Awe, belief
Hope and fear
Carried all
From then to here

What you were
Is what you be
Past and present
In a bag called,‘Me.’

©2009 Mark Bird