Supportive Shoulder

Wandering traveler,

Please excuse the strangeness

Of this odd but sincere request:

Could you spare your shoulder for a moment

So I might take a little rest?

My arms are aching from the lifting

Of those whose strength has faded out

My voice hoarse from reassuring troubled ones

Lost in a fog of confusion and doubt;

My heart is brimming from the giving

All needs of mine I can sufficiently meet

Just a shoulder to rest my head upon

So I might catch a few moments of sleep.

Published by Quietest Poet

Writer, mother, counselor, flower gardener, recipe seeker, and Netflix lover.

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