Each of us carries
An invisible weight of guilt
Of each step – intentional or not –
That with each hour of joy
Happiness as an ankle chain draws us down
It is the imperfection of our life
As we stoop and straighten with
Effort
Good deed
And creation
An invisible weight of guilt
Of each step – intentional or not –
That with each hour of joy
Happiness as an ankle chain draws us down
It is the imperfection of our life
As we stoop and straighten with
Effort
Good deed
And creation
(For more of Arthur's poetry, see poetrypearls.com, artspoems.com, or Google "Arthur Weil Poetry Books". )
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