Six heavy loads of life
Seven and a half pounds, Is what I am born. First time on the grounds, Earth as it is known.
The heavy weight I carry Lasts for a life time. Perhaps I am so wary For two years, I only mime.
The weight of expectation Pushes me down. Despite my feet’s trepidation I shouldn’t frown.
Six heavy loads upon me Are placed in timed intervals. No time for any reprieve Until time rings in the death bells.
School is my first load That sets in a fear of future. Second load is the road Filled with friends who care.
The next load is the career That I carry a long way. Love is a heavy load dear Which I carry night and day.
The fifth load are the kids To whom I transfer some weights. Six is when my old-age-needs Make me aware that death awaits.
I try hard to carry all of them Mostly merry, never giving up. I try and avoid any cataclysm. With care, I take each step.
But true happiness and calm Is when I unload them all down And peacefully embrace the arms Of my death unknown.
Written as a response to #POMprompt #14 on POM. Loved the challenge Christina M. Ward ❤. Thank you!
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