burden
When my shoulders are bent,
saddled
with burdens
of life;
when I am tired,
so tired
(And when) I think, now-that now
my knees will give in,
a small little poem comes
and stands in front of me
holds my hand and says.
Give me your burden,
come, give it to me,
my poet.
— Jan 07, 2023 06:07PM
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