The Man (incomplete poem I really should think about finishing >.>)

The child skipped through the meadow,
With a broad smile on his face,
Sun shining down upon his back,
Heart beating at a race.

The child was happy today,
Feeling the grass rush past his legs,
The scent of the flowers and chirping
Of the birds with their eggs.

But as he reached the beaten track
He came across a man there
He wore sorrow on his face
And frustration in his hair

And many hard times upon,
His legs and arms and back,
Travels on his feet,
And a burden in his sack.

The boy did pity the man
And asked with sympathy;
“You look tired dear man
Why don’t you give that sack to me?”

The man looked at the boy,
His face quite far from glad,
“I can not give this burden,
To someone else my lad.”

“Please stranger I can help!”
The young boy replied,
So the man gave the boy his sack,
And the boy took it with pride.

Suddenly the boy felt a change
His body felt much older.
And he trembled from the weight
Of the sack over his shoulder.

The man saw his discomfort
And reached to take it back,
But the boy held on tightly,
As they fought for the sack.

Then suddenly there was a noise,
And the bag began to tear,
And then it ripped and the contents
Were strewn everywhere.

Lying on the path,
Was a wedding ring
And a note, blurred by tears
Amongst many cherished things.

The boy did not understand
How these few this could weigh
So much, so he questioned the man
Who answered in dismay;

“My wife died a few months back
Because of things I’ve done,
So I carry her memory upon myself,
Until my life is also gone.”

The boy knelt, lifted the ring
Its heavy weight upon his hand
The gem was dull, its shine long gone
Silver sheen dulled by the sand.

The boy held the ring to his heart,
And back to the man he turned,
The boys face now wore a smile,
Despite what he had learned.

He said gently to the man,
“We shall carry it together.”
And suddenly the burden
Came as lightly as a feather.


God this is going to be a looooong poem XD