Baring burdens, it searches for
A place to rest, an out, back door
For there is where it dreams of rest
Dreams of old and young no less
It came to be this way through time
It's place near last near end of lines
For it was not given its due
True love it sought long over due
Stroke counts confessed for without sleeve
It had no place to place its needs
And so years passed it by with pain
Became its search, its search in vain
Yet time will heal the wounds it placed
Upon this heart of things it faced
Though without sleeve it made it through
Of love lost found, wished for it knew
No need for sleeve to place upon
Its many treks traveled bygone
For love searched for and found its way
Inside this soul there now displayed