I Do
The sun falls over the edge of the earth
Like an orb in shades of crimson reds
Choking light to death
And i, getting that sinking feeling.
My circadian clock engaging low gears
Telling me i am tired
I should be retired
Ignoring the quantum of the load i still have to carry
Granted, i am a homo sapien who eats what he gathers
The weight of the earth sitting where epaulettes should be
Is too heavy to bear
Carrying boulders on shoulders with scars without stars
I am met with frugality at the dinner table
Partaking of just enough to see the sun again
And after, ambling my weary frame to bed
Sleeping like dead
Halfway through my dreams the sun pops out of the opposing horizon
Morning suddenly breaks
And with it the unending list of things to do
My shoulder for the wheel on the ready
I do appreciate, though
I do thank providence
I do know others are worse than me
I do what i have to do as i do every day.
C.13022022.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To understand where a man is combining from, walk a few miles in his shoes. Sometimes we just have to be thankful for what we have.