Carrying the weights of others
The medicine ball
Has stayed with me
Since you threw me
The image
On Thursday
No
It is not my
Medicine ball
Yes
We walk around
And carry the weights
Of others
Forget
This is what we
Do
Then remember
This medicine ball
Is not mine
Still
It is hard
To throw it back
It is so heavy
You may not be able
To catch it
And there I will be
And there you will be
And the medicine ball
May make a hole
In the floor.
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