BACKPACK OF TEARS
By: Jamille A. Weiland (also awhile ago)
Never leave home without it
I have a backpack of tears
It's heavy and cold
And I've had it for years
I've brought it with me
Can't leave it behind
The events that have filled it
I cannot rewind.
You have one too, I heard you say
Let's trade-
Carry mine for awhile
What a deal I've made!
Yours has to be lighter
Of this, I am sure
Less tears have to fill it
Aching back has a cure!
I'll run and I'll jump
With the backpack I've found
What a sucker to take mine
Hope he's nowhere around...
I wonder how he fairs?
Can he carry my weight?
I've had his on all day
At least since a quarter 'til eight...
Pausing for a moment
I began to look around
For much heavier than first realized
Was this backpack I had found...
I slumped and I stumbled
And soon started to crawl
"Please find my tears!
They aren't heavy at all!"
Rubbing my eyes
And clearing my ears
I heard sobbing nearby
And crawled toward the tears...
"Please give me mine back!"
Was the first thing I heard
"Mine is light by comparison,
Although that seems absurd..."
New to our eyes
At first glance the bags seemed light
"Mine weighs more..."
Was what first started the fight.
I suppose it is true
We all have our crosses to bear
Just wait before trading "down"
Because "Buyer beware."