Another Chip At The Load Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Carried on both shoulders.
To do everyday...
To lighten that hold of a boulder.

Another chip at the load,
Until that boulder crumbles to roll...
And with a doing to prove,
The biggest of boulders can be moved away.

Why should anyone suffer through pain endured?
To waltz with it as if permitted,
With no benefit from a doing of it.
Upon whose shoulders do these boulders sit?

People complain with burdens remaining the same.
As if to admit this in public,
Keeps an attention...
One receives without mentioning but is certain to get.