One bad poem deserves a good.

Blessed Burdens

by Moni

Shoulder this burden so I don't have to.
Pull this cart
Bear this baby
Pick this cotton

Do the work that I could not or would not.
Be this man's best friend
Keep this house
Pick this fruit

And you must like it.
You must want it.
You must smile, and never shirk.
Serve me willingly, have no wants.
Be swallowed and find salvation.

Because, someone must do this work.
And it shan't be me. I don't like it.
So it must be you. So you must like it.
Whether you like it or not.




From Ode Inscribed to WH Channing

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

...The horseman serves the horse,
The neatherd serves the neat,
The merchant serves the purse,
The eater serves his meat;
'Tis the day of the chattel,
Web to weave, and corn to grind;
Things are in the saddle,
And ride mankind.