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Bad Baggage (Cinquains for the Middle of the Road) 

I met
a man who said,
“I think you’ll do for now.”
He didn’t tell me what he thought
I’d do.

I did
the best I could
do at that time of life.
My bag of tricks was running low
back then.

I have
some more tricks now,
the bag is filling up
with lots of junk
I’ll never need

They say
there’s not one thing
anyone gets to keep, just
odd, assorted things for rent
or loan.

So now
it’s time to sort
them out and give away
the items I can’t use, to those
who can.

I’ll try
to travel light
from here, if I still can.
To remember, if I buy it,
it’s mine.

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