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.