I Am A Paper Bag

I Am

A Paper Bag

I Am

I am a paper bag, I am.
I am only as good as what I can carry.

I am a paper bag, I am.
I’m not the smart one,
I’m not the successful one.
I’m not the tall one who always won and
Then died.
I am a paper bag.
I’m only as good as what I can carry.

I am a paper bag,
I’m not plastic or burlap, not I.
I am paper: rough, brown and thin
I’m not waterproof, you know.
And I can’t hold any liquids or gases within.
I only have the energy for stuff that really matters.
I’m a paper bag.
I’m only as good as what I can carry.

I am a paper bag.
Wrinkled and used and too often abused
Thrown on the floor.
Buried deep inside your drawers.
I am a paper bag.
I cannot ask you for anything more
I’m only as good as what I can carry.

©IgorGoldkind 2018

This entry was posted on February 3, 2018 by igorgoldkind. It was filed under art, beat, comments about poetry, Emptyness, Existentialism, literature, Meditations, Mindfulness, new poetry, Paper Bag, poetry, Poetry as therapy and was tagged with art, language, literature, New Poetry, Paper Bag, poetry, Words.

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2 responses

amyeyrie

Nice.

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February 4, 2018 at 7:28 am

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- igorgoldkind
  
  You mean like a basket of puppies is nice?
  
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  April 25, 2018 at 7:08 am
  
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