I am born, I age, I grow and I learn
that I will later only wither and die
but meanwhile I will covet n’ yearn
the things I would be burdened by.
I forged my hopes and expectations
to reach the milestones I would try,
obtain wealth and accommodations
these things that I was burdened by.
Now things have been gathered well
my purpose n’ drive have turned shy,
on life’s pursuit my mind does dwell
they are the things I am burdened by.
Is it just as bad to obtain your dream
than to battle ahead in a forward cry,
become docile and loose your steam
these things I have been burdened by.
But creation of words and of thought
expressing my soul with a dot n’ sigh,
have joy and fulfillment to me brought
and them I will gladly be burdened by.
A.G. Munson
