Leather Bag

An old classic story

In the winter wind

Of someone holding a leather bag.

It's a legend, it's a story.

In the fog, he was standing 

The leather bag in the hand.

It was the only visible thing

Or maybe the leather bag was the only thing our eyes could stand.

The legend goes like this;

The man is invisible

Only a leather bag can be seen

But his leather bag can give anything

Even those things that are beyond the reach of human beings.

That man arrives only in winter

It isn't Santa.

This man isn't about Christmas,

This man is about the new year's eve.

Giving dark vibes all around

And a mystery in itself.

Goodness that legend about the leather bag

But I hope it's true.

I do have many unreasonable wishes but I don't have that leather bag.

I do hold high hopes,

But I have only two hands to climb those infinite ropes.

That man is unidentified

But that man has an identity

Far greater than any human.

I don't care if he's bad or good

Whether he is or not is a question.

Leather bag is non-fictional but that man is fictional,

And the story is in itself optional.

You can add his personality even if you don't know,

Everyone cares about that leather bag

Even if that man is trash.

People will kill to get that bag.

People will destroy what they have.

I do understand why that man was invisible

And I also do get why he only comes in winter.

The fog is his mask

The leather bag is his identity.