I’m going home
I can not stay
I’m filled with clothes
They wore each day
I’ll go where it’s warm
Or where it’s cold
I never ask
I go where I’m told
Their souvenirs
Will hitch a ride
They’ll be unpacked
Where they reside
I’m put away
And out of sight
Inside the closet
Day and night
The cruise is over
They sure had fun
They’ll take me on
Another one
By, Randee Saber 12/1/06
