In my wallet
There’s no money
No credit card,
Just receipts
ID cards
And past
Nothing new
You know there’s nothing
Of value, not for anyone but me
An old fold of leather
School photos
Lip-gloss and dust
Notes from my family,
Phone numbers of dead uncles
Business cards from favorite stores
It’s a wallet full of memories
Of death and dead cows
And long walks alone
Of love that was made
And last-first dates
It’s a wallet full of me
A contest entry
- what's in your bag? by misselaineous.
525 points, ended February 6, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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lol! there is no money in my wallet either - i related to your poem very much , the tat and debris we store, i think this is a good metaphor too, for the baggage we collect on our life journey.
i like the last first date line a lot
thank you for entering the contest
elaine
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