This piece reminds me t so much of my days of travel that have now been curtailed since the days of the pandemic. However, I only ever travelled with one suitcase, and very often just a carry-on one. Travel light was always my specialty. I am looking for a new expiration date for my travel options.

I think a metaphor for all the baggage we have hanging around that we should get rid of.

Don't know where am I around the world bag went. To a happy home, I hope.

I love antiques that don't have an expiration date. But unfortunately, we all do… So have to let go.

Ron

As happens so often, your word play surfaces with a roar of obviousness to those with a connection to critical reality. I see this poem as a proclamation of need... another trunk. For, you have never suggested an end, end. This poem asks us to oblige you with another helping word. YES!!! Please more "helping" as your words ALWAYS, carry a message of sharing, of giving, of hopefully reaching those who need more sharing and giving. Such an abstract of loving life. Thank you for sharing. And thank you for your generous thoughts of my latest poems. I just posted one that was a struggle. You'll know why.