March 1979

I met my neighbour by the way

While walking on my way

His burden a mountain upon his back

His gloom a hole in which to fall

Friend, said I,

My load is light

Might I help you with yours?

Sadly he surveyed my growing pile

Despair beneath his doubt

He about to refuse

I about to accept

The burden upon my back was great

But I bore it with a smile

To what would have been his end, I went,

Walking down that barren road

To a cross upon a hill