Where do you think your heaven rests?
On your broad shoulders of course,
Why are others looking for their happiness?
Did God, those, with small shoulders bless?
No, for you get us much, no more than you can carry,
Or want to; some rather carry garbage, No?
Others carry a cross; carry others so and so,
Dead weight of course then makes it heavy,
When that, that gives you wings,
Your heart, a sour note it sings,
Your burdens make a levy.©11/10/2009