I know the load is heavy, child;
'Too much your plaintive cry,
Bowed down you stumble 'neith the weight,
Each step - a long drawn sigh.
Within your load so many things,
That I have not decreed,
You add each task as if you were,
A 'superhuman' breed!!
My precious child, I would not give,
Loads that would crush and blight,
Leave off the ones that come from you,
And find my burden light.