The Bag
I had this amazing assemblage of many things The bags were both borrowed Somewhere at the bottom of the North Sea one finished My imagination can not fill that bag I looked away a moment One of the two was gone The bag Liz gave full of dirty clothes It was very bright rainbow colored Not in the way you are thinking The best bag I ever had I understood why they choose There was little time The bag Robert gave me had all of my valuables Every last one to my Euro-Rail ticket Wasn't a big bag We searched the entire ship Every inch was not difficult to see He said they would throw the evidence over It was just another bag for them Probably never thought about it again The bag was more important to Robert than Liz would be to me Some things can go home again Standing there with dirty clothes would be the better story