Who will carry the heavy things.Who will scrape, who will pull.Who will pick up, who will digWho has the will.When some things will never showMany will never know.Many may never care. ForThose who carry, Those who lift,Those who pack and look for space.For those who worryThose that loveThose who have learned to wait.Who will carry the heavy things?Many have no concern.But my heartfelt thanks to thoseWho never ask, never question, always humbleJust carry the heavy things.
- John Cooley
Rivendell Farm
Delta, CO
My dad sent me this poem on June 30, 2011. He had found it at Powell's Technical Bookstore a few years ago.
My dad sent me this poem on June 30, 2011. He had found it at Powell's Technical Bookstore a few years ago.