Tote full of tears
Cup full of memories
Mug of cold beer
Scoop with my wishes
Boot with my cries
Pocket of mystery
Plenty of lies
Halo of happy
Hand full of hope
When they get low
I drag and I mope
Heart full of blood
Pumping around
Eyes full of wonder
Ears full of sound
These are the things
I carry ‘round with me all day
I can’t let ‘em go
They’re full of the stuff I say
A mountain of loss
A room with no view
A burden of sorrow
To ponder and chew
Utterances astounding
Secrets untold
Why do I keep them?
They taunt and they scold
Bowl full of questions
A thimble, a wish
A simple concoction
In a petri dish
To grow and to wither
To blossom and die
A brain full of missions
Keeps wondering why
These are the things
I carry ‘round with me all day
I can’t let ‘em go
They’re full of the stuff I say
I vase full of lonely
A briefcase of fear
Toolbox of letters
I hold so dear
Bucket of boasting
Wheelbarrow of shame
Dreams of beyond
Held in a satchel too tame
A harbor of bitterness
In my journal of regret
Baskets bestow love
A well so deep I forget
Box of old pictures
Tray of lost names
Clipboard of schedules
Voluminous games
These are the things
I carry ‘round with me all day
I can’t let ‘em go
They’re full of the stuff I say
My wineglass of joy
Is brimming with glee
My thermos of mocking
Regulates me
Barrel of pointless
Tankard of trash
Saltshakers compassion
A sprinkle, a dash
A salute to the teachers
A nod to the wise
I harvest and gather
The sunsetting skies
Cleverly doing
What I must do
To capture in vessels
These thoughts I issue
These are the things
I carry ‘round with me all day
I can’t let ‘em go
They’re full of the stuff I say
By Royce Waxenfelter
8/7/24
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