All I own is under one-hundred pounds
That I lug in bags around the airport.
It’s what I’ll live with when I hit the ground,
When this country I finally abort,
And I land in a place that’s far away
With a language I do not understand.
It’s not much; it will start me on my way
With a lifestyle that’s simply planned.
I can only take what I really need;
Everything else I’ll get while I am there.
I’ll hold each treasure with a certain greed,
And treat them with a special kind of care.
It is funny the choices I have made,
But I appreciate the price I’ve paid.
John Collings 