Hit The Road, Jack

It was time for Jack to go.
When it’s time, it’s time.
He packed his things. They fit in a single cardboard box.
Jack never owned more than he could pack into a cardboard box.
If he ever bought anything, he’d give away something about the same size.
A new book for an old book. New shoes for old shoes.
What he bought to eat, he ate. The pantry was empty.
Balance.
He picked up the box and walked out the door.
Another man named Jack walked in, carrying a cardboard box.
A new Jack for an old Jack.
Balance.