Sometimes the Weight

Sometimes the weight of the world comes in a thought Of those we miss, and things we long again to do My weight is in the things I long should have wrought The love I long to perform without opportunity to do. Sometimes the turtle's race is the road not taken The sudden impulse to sun the futile wings of wax The patience longing to breech the prayer of heaven O I cannot back again, I cannot walk the empty tracks. O tell me not to lay my shoulder bare of you, O love Tell me not to martyr my soul for joy's well being To cheer the brooding heart the soul must be a weeping dove The climber of the mountain has no time to view the scene. Sometimes the weight of the world comes in a thought A sense of failure, purpose lost along the way of pain The more I lost you, love, the more for me I sought The more I find me the heavier grows this mortal chain.