Hanging On Poem by James Urwin
Hanging On
A weight of too much,
for a simple want...for nothing but light to touch.
Is the burden....of life on me.
A last branch left...on an old dying tree.
Another storm...and it may forever...no longer be,
a burden no more...on the life on me.
On the shoulder of a giant,
mostly fallen, but in part still defiant.
The lenght of lifes branches...you see,
is just...yet another burden, on the life on me.
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