Bag Lady
a poem by Grangee
I’m a bag lady and glad to be.
I make my bag and it follows me.
Do you notice me and my new addition?
I’m so proud to be in this position!
Bags with strong materials and patterns bright,
I carry in the daytime but not at night.
At night the bags hang up to rest,
And in the A.M., they’re ready for the test.