when whimsical worries, slowed
tend to explode, I think of my load
and wonder what's the worth.
buried under burdens beginning at birth
who would think the world wise?
it creates lies distracting us from the prize.
we wander through the waste
hoping to find a live taste
for love instead of hate
this is a lot of weight
to carry...
but within a prayer
I carry bottles and jars
everywhere!
these bottles and jars
hold the light of the sun and the stars
so I just leave behind my worries.
and carry bottles and jars.
Its heavy to carry, But it made me light so I could lift everything easily. Thatz what I feel when I carry bottles n jars.. Nice to read.. 10+..
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all are just fancy..yet! very nice and beautiful to carry you got my day..thank you and God bless write more i do love reading your works...a 10