Like A Bag

Like a bag,

We drift in the wind,

Never knowing quite

Where

And

How

We’ll land.

Just as a bag

Is made to hold

Things,

Our body

Is a container

For our

Filling.

We have a good handle

On the way

Our life

May go,

But even we too

Can break.

Handle

With

Care,

And like a bag,

We too shall

Not

Tear.

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