Once I thought on it
It seemed so unfair
That very short words
Are called upon
To carry such heavy loads
We, us, our, them
Crucial facts for sure
I doubt they were told
On leaving home they
Would be burdened
With such responsibility
Matters of great import
Perhaps life or death
Or the ruins of a ravaged heart
They seem so ill equipped
Their shoulders puny small
Their backs incapable of
But like heaving Atlas
They steadfastly bear
Their ridiculous loads
With not a word of complaint
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