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[JoHa]

When he was a child
he got this grey backpack
from his parents.
It was weighty and his small shoulders
ached grievously
but he didn't say a single word as he 
was supposed to carry any burden without
complaining.
From that time on the grey backpack was his constant companion
whereever he went
whatever he did.
Sometimes he almost forgot the heavy load on his sore shoulders but commonly he couldn't walk or move or even jump
unburdenedly.
But then it happened.
It was July.
Unexpectedly
all of a sudden
stunning
yet somehow alarming.
He met this angel.
She lifted the weight from his back and for a second he realised the possibilities he had missed.
But he didn't dare to kiss her.
He was too shy to touch her hand.
And so she vanished silently.
And there he is.
Still carrying this grey old backpack
now filled with some new stones.
 

 

[Stavanger]

Hei JoHa,
 
Wieder eine schöne Idee, und wieder wage ich mich nicht so recht ans Korrigieren. Ich bin auch kein Lehrer, sondern habe nur jahrelang an irischen Theken rumgestanden und BBC Television geguckt.
Auf jeden Fall aber: "heavy load". Das zumindest.
 
Take it easy!
Uwe
 

 

[JoHa]

Danke für den Hinweis, Uwe! 

 

[Missgunbar]

When he was a child


he got this grey backpack


from his parents.


It was weighty and his small shoulders


ached grievously


but he didn't say a single word as he 


was supposed to carry any burden without


complaining.


From that time on the grey backpack was his constant companion


whereever he went


whatever he did.


Sometimes he almost forgot the heavy load on his sore shoulders but commonly he couldn't walk or move or even jump


unburdenedly.


But then it happened.


It was July.


Unexpectedly


all of a sudden


stunning


yet somehow alarming.


He met this angel.


She lifted the weight from his back and for a second he realised the possibilities he had missed.


But he didn't dare to kiss her.


He was too shy to touch her hand.


And so she vanished silently.


And there he is.


Still carrying this grey old backpack


now filled with some new stones.


 

Lieber @JoHa, ein schlauer Mensch sagte mir, jeden Morgen stünde man auf und habe die Wahl, welche Steine man in seinem Rucksack mit sich herum schleppen wolle. Man müsse niemals alle Steine auf ewig tragen. Ich suche noch nach (m)einem Weg, wie ich eigenständig entscheide, was in meinem Rucksack bleibt und was nicht oder zumindest nicht ständig. 
Spannendes Thema!
 
LG Missgunbar