His head was bowed <br />and he shuffled quite quietly. <br />A deep frown across his forehead, <br />his smile he wore upside down. <br />The world seemed on his shoulders, <br />dragging him down and down. <br /> <br />His friends all called out to him, <br />but silence was their reply. <br />He seemed a man lost to the world <br />with no place to go. <br />His job was an endless repetition <br />of things he had done too many times before. <br /> <br />Home was just an empty room <br />where he could shelter from <br />each daily storm. <br />The world seemed on his shoulders <br />even when he went to bed <br />with a heart that sadness filled <br /> <br />There was no bright light, <br />no one to turn, <br />his upside down smile around. <br />Just a sad empty man <br />who felt he shouldered the world. <br /> <br />Years have come and gone <br />his life seemed to fade away. <br />Lines of age wrinkled him <br />to a forgotten figure. <br />No joy ever entered this life <br />of the man who shouldered the world.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-world-seemed-on-his-shoulders/
