My Hated Backpack
By
BR Schoenbein
© 2014
Atlas was much abused,
Forced to carry the world but with,
My backpack he wouldnt be amused
Orion in persistent pursuit
Of the Pleiades across the night sky
Impressive, yet I don't give a hoot
But my chasing towns on Ole Rt 24
With speeding cars whizzing by
May someday be the stuff of lore
Little by little
Casting off my belongings
I will day by passing day whittle
The hated weight I now bear
Until it's time to sleep
No more frightening fate to dare!
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