Backpack Redux
A Poem
This poem is from 2022, which I’ve since revised.
The torment of regret
and guilt
haunts many hearts and minds
its weight bears down
as a burdensome backpack
full of life’s follies
and debris
clutched desperately
like a sacred keepsake.
Seasoned wayfarers
wisely caution
to travel light.
The key is in selecting the contents. We'll put.
What a charming and wise piece of a poem, Frederick, advocating the idea of "travel light". Thank you, from a "seasoned wayfarer", whose backpack is light enough that she is ready to leave at the drop of a hat. Love, Maria