Poetry

Weight

I'm lifting a boulder,
While you're getting help with a ton,
I'm breaking as I go,
Being melted by the sun.
This boulder I'm carrying, has got a lot of weight,
But that ton you're getting help with,
Is in perfect shape.
Mine's cracking, breaking, and falling in three,
Yours is just fine,
Intact as can be.
I can't make it all the way,
But I know you'll make it soon,
This boulder's got a hold of me,
As I'm being broken down by the moon.