Once there’s a bag.

He’s quite happy and content.

All chill sitting on the floor.

Comfortable as ever.

But this is not his story.

Around the same time, 

somewhere north,

there’s another bag. 

Droopy, drench,

and all together miserable. 

Not her story too.

But despite life’s twist and turns,

their path wouldn’t cross.

Not even for a second. 

They’ll move on with their life

with hopes that they’ll last

as long as possible.

Fulfilling their intented purpose. 
(To anyone reading, comments are highly appreciated. 😁)


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