Old habits,
peculiar and
harder to break.
Anyway I take a moment
to organise these thoughts
thinking that nobody cares
I carry a haversack
black
strapped across my shoulders
to fit neatly into
the small of my back.
I could
lighten my load
but
why would I ?
They don't make millstones like they used to
and mine has been ground down to dust.
I carry it anyway
through each day like
a trophy
as if to say,
'Look at me'
they don't see the dust
only the haversack
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 10:53 AM UTC
Old habits,
peculiar and
harder to break.
Anyway I take a moment
to organise these thoughts
thinking that nobody cares
I carry a haversack
black
strapped across my shoulders
to fit neatly into
the small of my back.
I could
lighten my load
but
why would I ?
They don't make millstones like they used to
and mine has been ground down to dust.
I carry it anyway
through each day like
a trophy
as if to say,
'Look at me'
they don't see the dust
only the haversack
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