Bags filled with the past.
Hanging, heavy as lead,
At times lasting well
Into future years,
Which much lighter would be,
It has to be said,
If bagless we faced life
Without memory's tears.
It may appear hard but look, leaves fall from a tree, the effort is holding on effortless, they've gone!
It's hard letting go of all that Baggage, it's just part of who you are... Andrew 10
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I would like to translate this poem
I love the association of 'heavy as lead' with 'into future years.' The last thing our futures need is lead poisoning.