by Andrew M. Harbach16 Jul 2014
My burden entails me to carry till weary,
each moment of time pressing on.
And with it I see that I'll never be me
'Till that troublesome bother is gone.
So let me digress, lest you're speaking of rest,
The sort that can lift burdens high--
And if it may be, allow me to be free
So my tiresome body can LIE.