The battered suitcase served him well
As he moved on from place to place
Carrying goods for him to sell,
The battered suitcase.
From valued friend to bagatelle
Slipped beyond his hand’s embrace.
When wear and tear and age befell
And scrapes and scuff marks dulled his face
No longer will he show and tell,
The battered suitcase.
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For some reason I'm yet to fathom I'm unable to reply to comments left by others so thank you for dropping by and taking the time to read and comment. Merlene