The Load

I've been counting my problems since morning 
The weight of the world seems unbearable 
Tears slide from the hills of my pride 
A streamlet is born from the feelings I hide 

I meet a man; the brother owns nothing  
Despair in his eyes is undetectable 
Smiles at me; five teeth; it’s a code
The runnel runs dry, minor is my load 

©Jajjazz