Bloodstained Luggage

I am not one

to hobnob

with the elite

I do not

advertise those

who crossed

my path

nor critique

their perceived

greatness

Yet…

I muse over

the battered and

bloodstained

luggage that

makes me

realize memories

and zany adventures

dwindle with age

And…

the radiance in

your eyes and

shining from

your face is

all that remains

Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

Today’s challenge was to use several of the words created to Shakespeare as the inventor … see if you can pick out the ones I used!