Suitcase

I wonder what was in that suitcase,

That battered, old, worn-out case?

He carried it wherever he would go,

It accompanied him through high and low,

Good times and bad, through thick and thin,

As if his heart and soul were trapped within.

It certainly has seen better days for sure,

He no doubt was in a position quite secure.

Had bought it promptly without much ado,

Tan brown in hue, with shiny buckles too.

But life's a see-saw, at times up then down,

Left penniless he wandered along with the town,

With the case in his otherwise empty grasp,

He sadly suffered a collapse.

They found him cold this mid-morning,

Unwilling to let go of it even when dying.

He was finally laid to rest,

With the suitcase close to his chest,

I wonder what was in that suitcase,

A reflection of its owner's life was that case.