A brawny force pulled her shoulders and her feet,
Her balance was shaken; she could not take the heat.
She cried and shouted for she wanted some aid,
The shoulder was still being dragged down in shade.
Peeked up and about, the world seemed bright,
Her foot stuck, a name she awed holding it tight!
The more she resisted, the deeper she was heaved,
Helpless and tired, she could now just plead.
They all want a shoulder to lean and heed their story,
Lopsided miserable shoulder- wedged with no glory.
In their mourning and slip-ups she was now in grief,
Once happy, her life now, just an autumn leaf!
“I ought to stay strong” she bellowed in her mind,
Assembling the jammed pieces - she had to bind.
Self-assured and positive – she felt free of charge,
Would not bother on any quandaries, now at large!
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