The Mission

Curiosities converge over my mundane exertion, full of empathy and concern.

 The weathered lines of my face seem to fade into my life.

 Difficult, yet not forbearing, hungry but not sad, dirty but not unclean.

 Outside onlookers are amazed that I survive my lot in life.

 Assuredly left to surmise that I would rather exchange my life for theirs.

How prideful to neglect my accomplishments,
the honor of my wife and nobility of my children.

Why would I require anything different?
 My brothers understand without warrant.

If empathy were my guide, I’d allow you
to pull my load and exude this devotion.
 
Willful intrigue for conversation
  is wasted.