Hand Carriage

January 14, 2015

Vast seas of sweat

Continents of grime

A world filled with regret

Is it obligation, or crime?

Held in his hands, we watched the fire set

Many long years, cared for all this time

He grew tired, I would bet

Carrying that burden, through his prime

For that, we are forever in his deb

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