I am packing my travel bag for the last time,
but instead of my favorite sweater, it will be
the collection of my favorite memories of joy,
instead of my toiletries, it will be the scents
of my life which have pleased me to the outmost.
Instead of my favorite book to read on my travels
it will be the stories of peoples life I have shared
and filled my life with laughter and pain as well.
Instead of my favorite cookies that tickle my fancy,
I am taking the recipes of what I know to cook.
I am taking the love in my heart that I have shared,
I am picking up my travel bag, all my values inside,
I have lived my life to the fullest, I am checking out,
I am standing at the gate way to heaven,
I am one of the stars now shining above.
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