Driving along that desolate road
Flanked by fields of tall wild grasses
the view would surely benefit, if mowed
I drive past the man on the sidewalk
Struggling under his burden up the hill
His look was sure to make people gawk
it was shocking! Could produce a chill
He was a shade of brown from head to toe
As if pulled like a clay pot after hardening in a kiln
He was purposeful and determined
To push his bike and pull his overloaded cart
Up and around to where the road took a bend
I have not the wherewithal to do as this man does
Do you?
He looks to survive…to stay alive…because
Only he knows why
