Paper Friend

Friend, this yoke is strictly for me!

Though mightily heavy, yet a joyful burden

I alone must carry;

If you love me, then let me be

Don't weep for me, nor lift for me

Don't even try to hold my feeble knees.

O my lovely brother! why does thou even bother?

For my trip to the feast of wolves and dragons is never suicidal.

Don't come with me, just wait a little longer

For I'll return alive, stronger, and better

Because I am a fighter.

O my friend, my paper Friend!

You'll be doing me mischief trying to dry my tears.

You weep for me, 'cos you thought I'd sink

You were too myopic to see that life has taught me to swim in a boisterous sea.