Suitcase Of Memories Poem by Paula Glynn

I have travelled far and wide,
I have seen the world, every conflict,
Every aggression, pride and every side,
I don't know who I agree with,
Maybe nobody, but I trust myself,
I am not a ghost yet, I wake with the sun,
And I move, never stopping,
But I never run: I face fears head-on,
But it can be a dangerous world,
People can attack and become paranoid,
People can lie and scheme and laugh,
But I don't let them, for I am just the viewer,
Like a person watching a film,
And whether it is a horror, drama or romance,
I don't know, but I do love romance the best,
There has to be a good to every bad,
Things must be created equal,
Man, woman, boy, girl, all on this world,
And we are all the same deep down,
No one wants gossip spread around town.

I spray perfume and use my iPhone,
Hoping I fit in with the rest,
And I jump from bus-to-bus, plane-to-train,
I have a whole wide world to see,
And I want the world to know me,
For I have a suitcase of memories,
Of parties and dinners and talk among friends,
And even though I know this life will one-day end,
I don't want it to be wasted or stopped too soon,
I want to wake with the sun and sleep with the moon,
Travel from day-to-day, packing up my troubles,
And smiling with the big, bad world,
Leaving danger to those who deserve it.