Carry The Clothes

Its master gave it clothes every day,

Which is used to blissfully throw.

Every cloth that is used to drop on the way, 

Would cause it's master more anger, which it did not know. 

It didn't know the thrill of achieving its goals,

Until it finally did it one time.

It felt like it was a part of the worthy souls,

The water tasted sweeter and the moon shone overnight time.

The harder you work for something, 

The greater you feel when you finally achieve it.

From day one, you see it coming,

All that is to be done is to go every bit.