there are burdens <br />like sack filled with rocks <br />at our backs <br />we feel the weights <br />pulling us <br />to the holes of this earth <br />but those <br />who underestimated us <br />cannot see <br /> <br />we carry these burdens <br />silently <br />those that watch and humiliate us <br />shall never know <br />the wisdom we have <br />our sacrifices are invisible <br />our faces show nothing <br />but satisfaction <br /> <br />there are burdens <br />that make our lives worth living <br />in another hour.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-burden-11/
