My Green Bag

They laugh at my green bag

So dirty and so different

They mock me for carrying it about

From class to class

For leaving it on the floor

Where there is only spittle and dirt

And yet my bag has been my

My closest, most trusted companion

I have carried it around the world

And in all kinds of places

It has been with me through snow and rain

My bag wears its wisdom

On its tattered handles

And broken shoulder strap

In its many compartments

I hide my most precious secrets

I carry these secrets about

Wherever I go, in front of

200 hundred or more

Disbelieving eyes

My secrets it hides well

And never will tell