We have a weight to carry
and a distance we must go.
We have a weight to carry,
a destination we can't know.
We have a weight to carry
and can put it down nowhere.
We are the weight we carry
from there to here to there.
Friday, January 18, 2008
The Book of Counted Sorrows
posted by carroll atlee hardin cadden on 1/18/2008 11:14:00 AM
labels Book of Counted Sorrows, poem, poetry
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