Atlas, thy name is Mother

She remains there, beneath life, under a heavy world.

Kids, events, age, career, household, her man,

she holds it all, on her shoulders,

in a labored squat.


He looks for the perfect polo, the best cologne,

he drives a shiny car into the sunset of career advancement,

he thinks he has it all, in his future,

because maybe, he doesn’t know squat.


Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert

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