The age of check in
What do we bring today
Past or future
So scared of lost we would rather refrain from leaving the ground
A look inside reveals
Yet we still carry on
Places are people what we bring is not new
Reacting from memories
The feeling remains in a whisper
The years unfold to increase our load
Yet when we check out the return is unwanted
The truth is delayed in the luggage we brought
I love especially the last line adding the climactic end of your poem..You know your readers and people go with the climax...i enjoyed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I very much love it. Bien. Bravo!