Thursday, February 7, 2019


wrapped in ragged cotton
used to be some mother's pride
a shirt, a second pair of shoes
concealed as precious treasure

what would you carry with you
no home to lay your head
jewels or tools, art or comforts
all you could manage in a bag

consider well the proposition
we are all homeless in our beds
waiting for life's greatest venture
to take us home for eternal rest


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