Lyrical Sunday Week 4 - Bags

The Bag Lady

Hidden, within her bag, life,

this mother, sister, wife,

masked,

forgotten.

walking the pavements

obscured by derision

clutching her bag,

her life

within it

memories of past

pleasures, regrets and successes

wasted by excesses

of drink, chance and risk

life viewed askew,

chosen by some,

obtained by few,

left behind, within the bag

a vision of hope-lost

embodiment of failed dreams

but within the bag...

Something.

by LJ

Bags

I neither love them

nor adore them      

nor admire them    

nor covet them       

Yet I acquire them 

by LJ

 

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Lonely nights, the only light, 

a cursor on a screen.

I toil away, both night and day

on problems never seen

a little node of program code,

assessments due by dawn

a coffee shot, dark, rich and hot

will breach the early morn.

from my bed, inside my head,

a thousand thoughts are racing

while on the roof with cloven hoof,

the deadline trots it's pacing

and at sunrise, it's no surprise,

my nighttime sleep is shy.

To work I go, and all I know,

bags grow beneath my eye

A busy day, I work away,

on projects all unseen

maybe one day, I'll find my way,

a step up on the ladder

but all this toil, brings blood to boil

and does it really matter

Another day, so here I lay,

The learning curve is steep

I really do enjoy the work

but is it worth the sleep? 
By Stud1