Standing outside
Waiting to be gone
A colorful reminder
Of bygone trips
A broken handle
Can no longer fix
Alas dear friend
You served me well
On happy occasions
One or two not so
Most of the time
With cabin fever
Dancing away
With your content
A time in the hull
With multiples like you
But you were special
Because I entrusted
You with everything
So fare the well
My little companion
A striped carry-on !
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