Be My Strength




When the pulley rust and knots

the string of the pull is harder on the heart -

than the muscles. 

you look at the occupant of the cart

and ask do my farts disturb you?

Because the journey is uphill and the scene, shadowy

They say uhn, uhn! I don’t mind it one little bit.

when the cart and sun share a place atop the hill

Just before the drop, You might look back and say

Its all yours to enjoy

If you were to pull out a fart of acquiescence

do the occupant pull you atop to the familiar stench

as you both roll downhill,

Or do you get ground by the wheel down thither

to the eventual grave destined to  you either

 

Who pulls a cart alone?

Who looks for those who applaud efforts in truth

Who will be my strength?




>s

 

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