My Burden

By J. Lynne Moore

‘Tis not for the lack of try,
Nor is it a matter of pride;
The burdens lain upon me are many
And my shoulders are not that wide.

My face is not that of an angel,
Yet I have no reason to hide.
Two yokes were thrust upon me,
But my shoulders are not that wide.

Will help ever speak my name?
Will my head ever rise above the tide?
Shall the albatross nest elsewhere?
For my shoulders are just not that wide.

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