Things-Not-Seen

I once knew a boy Who carried his dreams on his back And kept them together In a burlap sack, Which he hoisted And heaved Until finally He'd leave Usually in the same way That he came, With a bag full of dreams A back full of pain And with nowhere left to stay. This boy Though so small carried it all Without a single complaint, While his legs seemed to stall And continually tried to fall At every bump in the road. But on the boy walked He could not be stopped On his quest to keep his dreams. So to help him along I sang him a song So mellifluous And so sweet It became a lullaby And slowly shut his eyes So he could finally go to sleep. And