Last Straw
What finally burst our sack of sorrows,
was it tugs from past, or sad tomorrows?
Did it rot inside from pain and lies,
or did our baggage stretch beyond its size?
Was one more crisis all it took
to pop it open like a book?
If we simply forgot to double bag
that indeed would be a great big drag
The mess that lies now on the ground
perhaps, we still could've carried round
But in the end, the question's moot;
for in this life, all deeds bear fruit
So, it doesn't matter who's to blame
when we both know, that it's a shame
Copyright © David Brown | Year Posted 2015
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