In the heart of a desolate land,
Where debris of dreams lies scattered,
A mule trudges on, burdened and sad,
His spirit weary, his heart battered.
Under the weight of despair's heavy cloak,
He carries the weight of unspoken words,
His hooves plodding through the barren smoke,
A voiceless plea for solace unheard.
The mule's heart, a fragile vessel,
Bears the scars of a journey forlorn,
A life of servitude, a tale to unravel,
In the desolate landscape, where hope is torn.
His eyes, once bright with youthful glee,
Now reflect the remnants of a shattered dream,
A mule's life, a tapestry of misery,
A silent symphony, it would seem.
Yet, amidst the debris, a flicker of light,
A spark of resilience, a will to survive,
The mule's spirit, though battered and tight,
Refuses to yield, refuses to dive.
With each step, he reclaims his worth,
His journey a testament to the human soul,
Though burdened by debris, he finds his worth,
A mule's story, one to make you whole.