Tereza ran down the street

Clutching a bag in her hands

Without any shoes on her feet.

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Her plight is her own, no one understands

She’s carrying a lot more than her bag

Weighed down by time, like hour glass sands.

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As she’d run her head would sag 

Lowered by many a burden

She can’t slow down or even lag.

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It will catch her, that is for certain 

As time catches us all 

Right up to the final curtain…

-AAA 08/09/2024