I'm not a person who collects things I live a very minimalist's life But I have a bag of treasures I keep close to me day and night
I sleep on an old painted daybed It squeaks softly as I lay down Most of my clothes are second hand And my shoes a little worn down
But I have some precious treasures Hidden in bags of different names Fendi, Burberry and Prada Leathers and fabrics of worldly fame
My treasures are hidden deep inside In makeup bags and zippered pockets Shiny compacts full of velvety colors From Paris, Milan and Rome
A black cloth bag of 8 tiny bottles Protected from the sun and rain Bottles of perfume oils made in an alchemist's lab With names like Dragon's Milk, Snow White and Bliss
A Christian Dior handkerchief or two Hangs delicately inside the bag In case the breeze brings on a sneeze Or I notice a tear in the eye of a friend