World On His Shoulders

To hold, to warm, to embrace, Standing in the mist of dawn, No warmth, No loving arms, But for the cold mist embracing, Clutching heart in its hand, Ice coldness enveloping As sounds so eerie darkness surrounds Whispers of the mist in the mind A man longing to still be in the warm, comfort of his bed But for circumstanced in this cruel world Come rain or shine He has to provide for his family As seasons pass the heavier his load To fulfil their needs alone Walking with broken shoes On stormy winter’s nights When he missed the buss home Blisters on the soles of his feet From walking miles and miles A once good life turned to poverty Never giving up hope He will rise above this temporarily storm Take care of his family