Burden
The pull and the strain
Placed upon us
Each person bearing their own load alone
We heap together
From clay and from stone
A new load to bear
To carry nowhere
Yet still we make it
And so is done
Each person creates
Each adding a little to the pile of pain
Yet still we carry our burden alone
Too proud and still too vain
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We live life for the relationships within it. What is life without love? Poetry, no matter how clumsily expressed is love.
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