I carry the sack
on my bent and aching back
it is a long time since I have opened it
examined it
cleaned it up
old thoughts
dusty memories
outdated plans
most of them now irrelevant
and I dread the chore
who can keep track of it all
my tired body asks
let alone carry out
those youthful bold intentions
and there is no answer except
not I
perhaps it is time
to say
another goodbye
so many
© Vilma Ginzberg, 12-20-2021