Cling, clang, cling, clang, Chains of the past, Upon your shoulders hang, But have you asked, Has that thought ever rang, Shoulders wont' last, What gave your guilty pang, Why was it amassed, It wasn't a bite of beast's fang, Not a villain masked, You could let it go with a bang, Yet you still cling fast. #PoemADay #Poetry " #ART "