when whimsical worries, slowed <br />tend to explode, I think of my load <br />and wonder what's the worth. <br />buried under burdens beginning at birth <br />who would think the world wise? <br />it creates lies distracting us from the prize. <br />we wander through the waste <br />hoping to find a live taste <br />for love instead of hate <br />this is a lot of weight <br />to carry... <br />but within a prayer <br />I carry bottles and jars <br />everywhere! <br />these bottles and jars <br />hold the light of the sun and the stars <br />so I just leave behind my worries. <br />and carry bottles and jars.<br /><br />Amanda May Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-i-carry-bottles-and-jars/
