Weighed down

I saw a man with an old sack
Slung across his twisted back
Shoulders braking under a load
Of what he hauled along a road
Following I wished could share
The burden that he had to bare
Suddenly a strong breeze blew
And carried it off into the blue
What was in your sack I cried?
Only balloons the old mane sighed
How often have I bent my back,
Under the weight of an empty sack
Weighted down under a load of care
Worries that proved to be light as air
Problems that dwindle to things small
And troubles that weren’t there at all.

© C.R.Oakes 2008 - contact me at; woody@heartofoakes.co.uk

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