Each day my shoulder feels abused.
The load it carries is a burden.
I ask my friends to give me hope.
I need this work to change soon.
Still, I love my position in life.
I love my coworkers but it must end.
Very quickly those moments were gone.
I am not singing a song of mourning.
I don’t complain of pain or loss.
I would like to understand the change.
My burden is lifting gradually.
I know the load is lightening.
I move through life’s courses.
I have true hope and sure progress.
W. Wayne B.
© 2012 W. Wayne B.