Carry Along

The Years they cling to my bones like rust
Time shall spread like decay
And the theologians point
Their fingers to the sky
Asking the moon for wisdom
Receiving a grandfatherly smile instead
And the blind man sings

“Guilt is heavier than gold
Metal shackles rust and corrode
Other hands, they pull much stronger
For in darkness time seems much longer”

Rest now weary friend
For soon you shall inherit the burden of years and family
You shall wear your mother’s fears
Like a funeral dress
You shall don your fathers guilt
And his suit, still two sizes too large
Shut your sunken eyes brother
Your history will veil your face as your grandfather’s spectacles
Anxiety will hang about your shoulders
And cast shadows upon cracked lips
Just like your grandmother’s shawl
Aunt’s and Uncle’s sorrow
Fit like lame shoes
And wear down your sole

Carry the weight
Shoulder the sin
Keep the clothing clean
For they shall flow down the bloodline
Leaving that which everyman leaves
Bones, A heart without a soul
And family
Take heed and listen warily
For you shall be buried with them

Carry Along

ragabond

Atlanta, United States

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