The Poem Of Mountain Of Heavy Bags

Whose heavy bag is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch myself frown. I cry oh, ho, ho.

I give my heavy bag a shake,
I would sob until the tears I make.
And it will gently flow down to my face that I hate,
I do not know if anymore of these I could take.

The heavy bag is my folly, I don't know if i would sell or keep or throw it down the gully,
But it has some promises to keep,
And until then this bag shall be in deep sleep.
it lies with me in my bed while I do weep.

Soon I believe it will rise from her bitter bed,
And make sweet my dreams of surgeries in my head,
A wonderful reality may God make it true.
Because I hodled it so strong and now I will never be blue.

@xpilar