Guilt

Each of us carries a hidden
Invisible weight of guilt
In each step - intentional or not -
That with each hour of joy
Yet moral creatures dream of wrong
A long ago foolish, innocent act
Happiness as an ankle chain draws us down
It is the imperfection of our life, our world
As we stoop and straighten a bit with
  Effort
    Good deed
      Creation
        And
          Move
            On...