MORNING WALK TO CLASS

BY ROBERT SIMPSON

 

Traveling along the long-trodden path
Wind whispers the thoughts of yesterday
I pass a man, and do not raise my hand

Suddenly my backpack sinks into my shoulders
And I ache with the weight of the load.
bbbbbbFocused only on the destination—
bbbbbbI have forgotten the way.


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