The burden is gone,
Yes, it’s finally gone,
Now I feel free,
As did the Old Mariner eventually.
I think now and then,
About the workload and the burden,
It does create,
But rarely this very burden I can’t but appreciate.
Work is intrinsic in Mother Nature,
It’s a burden to some; to most it’s a blessing so rare.
"...work is intrinsic in
"...work is intrinsic in Mother Nature..." yes it is. The Old Mariner (of the Rime) was indeed freed, but cursed to tell his tell again and again. It is like the work of a poet. Of course I find different ways to work, because being retired, going back to what I did as a young mind makes this old mind and old mariner wince. Good poem, great poet ~slc~
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Thank you
Thank you so much for such lovely words. You're ever so inspiring dearest Star. :)