The Baggage

Short poem

Carefree attitude, glint eyed
i stand at the bus stand
For the school bus to arrive

My school bag seemed lighter
whenever with you Pa
But the burden sets in
As i come a little far

the moment i was on my own,
i could feel the weight,
i always questioned myself,
but never got it straight

Never saw your hand
holding my bag from behind
sharing my burden
in a way, i could never find

Have grown up now
And the baggage has increased
the worry less days
have all begun to cease

i seek for the hand
which was then so divine
but i look back now
and the baggage is all mine