The Green Bag

The Green Bag

©2002 by Bud Lemire

There's a Green Bag, that I often carry with me

Within it are items, but it's the bag that others see

These are the many things I cherished, all things that I like

One little boy once sang "there's an old man, with a green bag, on a bike"

As I rode the bike, and pedaled my bicycle along

I was touched by the words, that were sung in his song

To some people I may be old, to others I may be young

It depends on who is singing, and how the song is sung

The green bag was given to me, by a good friend that I know

She knew it would make carrying books easier, wherever I would go

It helped to make things easier, as I carried them on my way

And it touched me, when I heard that song sung, on that special day

I find it interesting to see things, through other people's eyes

Sometimes we can see things, while others see a disguise

It's nice to see everything, from a different view

Gives new meanings, makes life feel brand new

That little boy, who's words were sung that day, made the sun shine bright

And made me see inside myself, in a very different kind of light

If it's an old man on a bike, carrying a green bag you should happen to see

Then raise your hand real high and wave, because it could be me

Though I wrote this poem in 2002, it happened years before. I remember

coming home from that bike ride and telling Mom about the kid singing.

She laughed and thought it was funny. She was touched as much as I was.

The friend who gave me the green bag, was Mrs Hivala of the Canterbury

Book store.