A BURDEN

The shy moon will smile,
As it sees me still awake,
Despite traveling miles.

Cares of the world lurk,
To harass and persuade,
That the day will dawn.

With cigars and wind,
Passes another long night,
Only God is with me.

Friends have forgotten,
That I am alive, not dead,
I am a human.

I have stopped longing,
As none of them really care,
Such is their living.

Wives and children,
Are priorities I know,
While I -- a burden.

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