This is a burden I shall bear for every day of the life that is left to me.
quote by Richard Milhous Nixon
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We can easily manage if we will only take, each day, the burden appointed to it. But the load will be too heavy for us if we carry yesterday's burden over again today, and then add the burden of the morrow before we are required to bear it.
quote by John Newton
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What makes loneliness an anguish is not that I have no one to share my burden, but this: I have only my own burden to bear.
quote by Dag Hammarskjold
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The truest help we can render an afflicted man is not to take his burden from him, but to call out his best energy, that he may be able to bear the burden.
quote by Phillips Brooks
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What is life
Life is life; live it
Life is a question; answer it
Life is Complicated; simplify if
Life is a competition; win it
Life is a problem; solve it
Life is a situation; study it
Life is a burden; bear it
Life is an examination; pass it
Life is a treasure; cherish it
poem by Sidikat Abdul
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Owen Aherne And His Dancers
A STRANGE thing surely that my Heart, when love had come unsought
Upon the Norman upland or in that poplar shade,
Should find no burden but itself and yet should be worn out.
It could not bear that burden and therefore it went mad.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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My Broken Heart
I am alone most of the time.
But oh how can that be?
A room full of people where I am
and loneliness is with me.
My mind is drifting in and out
while conversation can be heard.
But silence has taken over my heart
because of your unspoken word.
My heart is broken from words unspoken
and breathing is a chore.
The sound of your voice is what I need
just as I did before.
I am alone most of the time
and you're not even aware.
You're off and about doing your thing
and life is too hard to bear.
But bear it I must. Bear it I will
and I owe you nothing now.
For you took everything when you left
and left me with a vow
to take back the life I gave to you
and treat it tenderly.
And when I'm alone most of the time
I will not cry for thee.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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My Cruelty
My cruelty is stronger than a manner
That repels the hearts of men,
My cruelty wittily describes the burden,
Let burden be doubt and description.
The callous men and women can bear
The ideas of a devilish plan,
The cruelty of men is not ideal
But strong, and it strengthens ideas.
Life jolts to sustain, life bears fearful
Cruelty, and this means godly work
Is the superior chant.
My accusations are numerous,
My cruelty is exceptional for me
And guilt can never be a reality.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Burden To Carry
Every man has a burden to carry
And some seem to carry it very well
While others complain, about the burden and strain
And as their fall from grace to all they must tell.
They will blame all others for the life they live
And then brag and lie for pity and shame
They will tell themselves to halt, that it was never their fault
So they figure their loss will also be their gain.
Every man has a burden to carry
And some need to carry that burden alone
As they don't seek help, from no one but themselves
And only GOD will feel their pain or hear them moan.
The burden they have is their right of passage
As they walk through life to become a man
Every step that they take, another worry they will forsake
And truly that a vigilante only he should understand.
Every man has a burden to carry
And so many carry it with a vigor and pride
As they head down the road, with their own life's load
While keeping a happiness and love and joy deep inside.
They live the life that was presented to them
And never once do they complain or quit
They take life in it's stride, they throw their chest forward in pride
And what they lost or will loose, they will never miss.
Every man has a burden to carry
And to see it just look upon a mans face
He will either be wearing a smile, like holding a child
Or else you'll see pain and sorrow and even disgrace.
Just walk in his footsteps at least one time
Take his journey as he run's or walks or even tarries
Then you will feel the weight, that man can't escape
As every man has a burden, that he must carry.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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The Burden To Be
Burden will eat passion.
You are sweet to one
Till you turn a burden.
Then you’ll be left to rot.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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O, My Friend, Be With Me!
O My friend, be with me,
On the path of life,
Full of stones and thorns,
Breeze and storms.
walking along with you,
all I feel well, fresh and light always!
You bear your pain, you fight with them,
I can't fight for you or you can't for me,
but our hearts wishing good for one another,
Makes all difference,
well, it can make all look different!
O, My Friend, my faith in you.
And smile on your face,
eyes shine when you crack joke,
my mind feel light,
when your teeth twinkle,
between smiling lips,
show my path even in dark!
I can bear my pain easily,
when you are with me,
neither you bear my pains and strains, nor I Ask you to,
only I and you can share the beauty of life,
My burden look light when you walk along with me!
But if you are away I can't bear the weight of heart,
heavy it becomes,
without breeze your smile,
Or without the jokes and thoughts
you share with me!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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for Claribelle
Life is a polite woman.
I have always told you that in class.
I delight in the politeness of a woman.
Outside the class.
When i fall in love, i keep it
to myself. There is no courage for
me to say it. I keep my own joys.
You are a polite woman.
I named you my own Life.
The class do not know that.
I keep it upon myself as a
lovely burden. I keep sorrows too.
Secretly, like
a divine burden, an un-confessed
sin.
Sometimes, i have not told you
before you left, i also mumble upon
myself, without any wish
that i may understand what i
try to hide,
completely. Soon i forget and then
I am happy again.
That is what life is all about.
I am polite too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Is Thy Cruse of Comfort Wasting?
Is thy cruse of comfort wasting?
Rise, and with thy brother share.
And through all the years of famine
On its bounty ye shall fare.
Love divine will fill thy storehouse,
Or thy handful still renew;
Scanty fare for one will often
Make a royal feast for two.
For the heart grows rich in giving;
All its wealth is living grain;
Seeds, which mildew in the garner,
Scattered, fill with gold the plain.
Is thy burden hard and heavy,
Do thy steps drag wearily?
Help to bear thy brother’s burden;
God will bear both it and thee.
Numb and weary on the mountains,
Wouldst thou sleep amidst the snow?
Chafe the frozen form beside thee,
And together both shall grow.
Art thou stricken in life’s battle?
Many wounded round thee moan;
Lavish on their wounds thy balsams
And that balm shall heal thine own.
Is the heart a well left empty?
None but God its void can fill;
Nothing but a ceaseless fountain
Can its ceaseless longings still.
Is the heart a living power?
Self entwined, its strength sinks low;
It can only live in loving,
And by serving love will grow.
poem by Elizabeth Rundle Charles from The Three Wakings and Other Poems (1859)
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Corona Inutilis
I TWINED a wreath of heather white
To bind my lady’s hair,
And deemed her locks in even light
Would well the burden bear;
But when I saw the tresses brown,
And found the face so fair,
I tore the wreath, and left the crown
Of beauty only there.
poem by James Lister Cuthbertson
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Twice Times
There were Two Little Bears who lived in a Wood,
And one of them was Bad and the other was Good.
Good Bear learnt his Twice Times One -
But Bad Bear left all his buttons undone.
They lived in a Tree when the weather was hot,
And one of them was Good, and the other was Not.
Good Bear learnt his Twice Times Two -
But Bad Bear's thingummies were worn right through.
They lived in a Cave when the weather was cold,
And they Did, and they Didn't Do, what they were told.
Good Bear learnt his Twice Times Three -
But Bad Bear never had his hand-ker-chee.
They lived in the Wood with a Kind Old Aunt,
And one said 'Yes'm,' and the other said 'Shan't!'
Good Bear learnt his Twice Times Four -
But Bad Bear's knicketies were terrible tore.
And then quite suddenly (just like Us)
One got Better and the other got Wuss.
Good Bear muddled his Twice Times Three -
But Bad Bear coughed in his hand-ker-chee!
Good Bear muddled his Twice Times Two -
But Bad Bear's thingummies looked like new.
Good Bear muddled his Twice Times One -
But Bad Bear never left his buttons undone.
There may be a Moral, though some say not;
I think there's a moral, though I don't know what.
But if one gets better, as the other gets wuss,
These Two Little Bears are just like Us.
For Christopher remembers up to Twice Times Ten ...
But I keep forgetting where I put my pen.*
* So I have had to write this one in pencil.
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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Every day I bear a burden
Every day I bear a burden, and I bear this calamity for a purpose:
I bear the discomfort of cold and December's snow in hope of spring.
Before the fattener-up of all who are lean, I drag this so emaciated body;
Though they expel me from two hundred cities, I bear it for the sake of the love of a prince;
Though my shop and house be laid waste, I bear it in fidelity to a tulip bed.
God's love is a very strong fortress; I carry my soul's baggage inside a fortress.
I bear the arrogance of every stonehearted stranger for the sake of a friend, of one long-suffering;
For the sake of his ruby I dig out mountains and mine; for the sake of that rose-laden one I endure a thorn.
For the sake of those two intoxicating eyes of his, like the intoxicated I endure crop sickness;
For the sake of a quarry not to be contained in a snare, I spread out the snare and decoy of the hunter.
He said, "Will you bear this sorrow till the Resurrection?" Yes, Friend, I bear it, I bear it.
My breast is the Cave and Shams-e Tabrizi is the Companion of the Cave.
'Tis a sorry ass that will not bear his own burden.
Unnatural birth
Conceiving the seed for a long time,
Now it is time for the plant
To bear the fruit,
Let the bud blossom naturally
Let it bear the burden to get the reward,
The unnatural way may be disasterous
As it is against the will of God.
Making haste may damage
Both the plant and the bud
So God's ways are always profitable.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Face Up
Ever since Ive seen your face
This life of mine has gone to waste
I was young and you were old
And I always knew you were cold
At the start you had a heart
But in the end you lost your friend
Can you see your own dark face?
Its dieing in a lonely place
Oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
I said, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
As we get old, we lose our place
Reflecting back the worlds disgrace
I feel so low, I feel so humble
Sometimes in life we take a tumble
Dont let anybody tell you that youre no good
Cause you know they would
Dont let anybody tell you what you should do
Cause its not that way and...
Oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
I said, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
We were young and we were pure
And life was just an open door
I said oh, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
You were me and I was you
This world of ours it felt brand new
You took me a little further...
I heard it all before, Ive heard it all before
I cant hear it anymore
Your hair was long, your eyes was blue
Guess what Im gonna do to you
Oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
I said, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
We were young and we were pure
And life was just an open door
I said oh, oh, how I cannot bear the thought...
Oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
I said oh, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
We were young and we were pure...
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Three, helping one another, bear the burden of six.