In the vague possibility that I change my bag (18 August 2015)

 A great tragedy

has befallen us this day

I bid thee goodbye

A bag of ages

Six years, served faithful and true

I bid thee goodbye

Storms, Suns, urban hikes

Intrepid Traveller's friend

I bid thee goodbye

Torn, mended, rugged

Social Loser's Companion

I bid thee goodbye

So to the cupboard of used utility

With an absurd sentiment of nostalgia

I bid thee goodbye

Perhaps, one day, your services needed

And a phoenix shall rise from the ashes

Till then,

You bid me goodbye