8/30 National Poetry Month Challenge

I am the backbone
The voice of reason
The eyes that see
Beyond the nose
And when the tune
Is right I know the things
Of man that are out
Of sight
I have been the backbone
That carries the weight
Of the business
Served
The wait that is
Patience almost
Lost
I'm the one paying
The second cost
I was the backbone
They don't know
But soon they'll see
When the light shines
On the darkness
And what's left
Will only be a mere shadow
A footprint
And a hope
Of me.