The burden is gone,
Yes, it’s finally gone,
Now I feel free,
As did the Old Mariner eventually.
I think now and then,
About the workload and the burden,
It does create,
Rarely this very burden I can’t but appreciate.
Work is intrinsic in Mother Nature,
A burden to some; to most it’s a blessing so rare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem