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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