Around the bend, baggage claim.
    

      The carousel comes around again.
    

      I try to find the ones my own,
    

      I see the first as it comes down.
    

      This first one, small, so quaint, so plain.
    

      Carries all of my pain...tings.
    

      The second slowly drifts across,
    

      I'm glad that this one was not lost.
    

      A medium size bag with a tiny hole,
    

      It carries the remnants of my soul..dier memorabilia.
    

      Two more bags I await, the next one appears at the gate.
    

      Another smaller bag that is beat up, and tattered within.
    

      If opened you would find all my sin...icle comics that I
      collect.
    

      As I wait for my final bag.
    

      Hours pass as times drags.
    

      I ask where it may have gone,
    

      I'm told it was lost before the plane had flown.
    

      Saddened with this news alas.
    

      For that final baggage held my past...els.