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There is a poor poor man
I watch frigid winds blow his way
He carries his suitcase of regret
As his light slowly turns to grey
If only he puts it down 
I'm sure he'd be okay
But he keeps on carrying it 
day after day.

As I go into my house
I keep thinking about him
The light that was bright 
That's now starting to dim
Is there anything of value 
to him I might bring?
All I possess are my thoughts
and the songs that I sing.

I think "I'm being silly"
So I put him out of my mind
It's the start of my becoming 
both regretful and blind
As l start to carry it,
this burden of the mind
My own spirit diminishes,
I become a bit less kind

People keep coming and knocking
I don't answer my own door
I wonder if one day,
they won't  come any more?
My cup of regrets,
overflows onto the floor
Why oh why,
do I continue to  pour?
My mind is now aching
My heart feels so sore
What is wrong with me
I feel sad to my core.

By ignoring my brother
My own heart I can't mend
I want to be a real person 
Yet all I do is pretend
The whisper of a thought 
that I'm to afraid to send
Might help to bring 
another's pain to an end

So I open my door
Head out onto the street
There is a poor poor man
I'm now ready to meet
Our hearts aren't much different
Each has a convoluted beat
We have our own regrets
and we have tired feet

Burdens are lightened
When we learn to let them go
Then through the grey concrete
We can watch flowers grow
Sure the winds can be cold
Yet they eventually slow
The sun breaks through the clouds
Through our lives the light now flows
There is a path that is less traveled
let us find out where it goes!

I was inspired to write this poem after Reading the poetry of "Inspired Heart"
It got me to thinking about my own baggage and the things I choose to carry.
When we don't reach out to others our own bags become just a bit heavier.
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