by Elisabeth Mcgrath

Created on: October 24, 2010   Last Updated: April 23, 2012

During his journey he paused to give thought
He’d travelled so far and needed a rest
He thought of the good times and of the bad
But his memory bank archived the best.

At the edge of his mind there hovered a notion
A question, a puzzle, an illusive one:
For all of his life he had carried two bags
One was quite light, the other weighed a ton.

The heavy bag changed from hand to hand
To ease and distribute the burden somewhat
The light-weight bag was strapped to his back
And that he even owned it, he sometimes forgot.

The heavy bag contained the struggles of life
And was sometimes so heavy that he let it fall
The light-weight bag carried the end of his life
And he learnt then that death weighs nothing at all.

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