Once at a

Train station I

Saw this man

Struggling with baggage

So many bags

Heavy bags burdensome

Bags bags that

Obviously had seen

Wars and triumphs

I helped him

Load them into

The train and

Once seated he

Asked me sir

You only have

One bag are

You traveling near

No I said

I’m going to

The other side

Of the world

With just one

Bag he said

One bag is

All I need

I plan on

Meeting people and

People don’t fit

Into bags things

Do and things

Are not people

No matter how

Much that you

Wish they were

Wrinkles are known

As times roadmap

They represent years

Of laughter and

Years of heartbreak

A face with

No wrinkles is

A face that

Hasn’t said a

Goodbye to someone

The last time

Or the hello

To someone thought

To be lost

Look into a

Face with wrinkles

And know that

There are the

Mysteries of life

I imagine you

Preferring not to

Remember for remembering

Brings about pain

Like remembering summer

In the winter

Makes me colder

So in my

Winter I imagine

You as summer