The Burden

“A perfect day marred with sudden clouds
That streak across and linger
Not long enough for recognition
Coming and departing at will”

Is that what you meant, I ask him

But now his back stoops and eyes dim
The shadow enslaves him for a bit
Leaving him dazed and bitter
While I suppress my smile


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