My shoulder feels abused.
The load it carries is heavy.
I ask my friends for help.

I loved my position yesterday.
My coworkers gave me solace.
I never thought it would end so quickly.

This is not a song of mourning.
I am not complaining for my pain.
I strive to follow my new path.

My burdens are lifting— now they are fading.
I travel my life with careful steps.
My hope is real and I look toward progress.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

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