A Poem: Emotions

photo-1469833120660-1a218b53d28aEmotions

You can pick the last few pieces,

on sale at the neighborhood goodwill store,

Next to the tie-die shirts and clogs;

that nobody has any use for anymore.

I ran my fingers over the frayed material

as if to bid one last good-bye,

You could see they were worn out.

Life has a way of wearing out

delicate materials like that. That is

if you are hackneyed enough to carry

such old styles in your wardrobe in the first place.

My mother passed them on to me,

suitcases and suitcases of emotions

They run thick in our family.

And I foolishly carried them on with me hoping

to pass them on to my kids.

But kids these days have such little patience for gibberish.

So I emptied the suitcases of emotions

and folded them into a neat pile

to be donated to goodwill

with the rest of the “old and no longer used”.

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I am an IT (Information Technology) professional with diverse range of interests. Writing and poetry is my passion as is the pursuit for happiness and continuous self improvement...

4 thoughts on “A Poem: Emotions

    1. Thank you but I hope you don’t come to this point ever. Emotions are what make us human and different. Highly recommend you surround yourself with loving friends (which I am sure you do) so you never have to feel like the poem 🙂

So cute of you to drop me a line

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