O, the day is here, time is on the moment,
You bring with you, your memories,
The big, overstuffed, bag of life,
Yours.

You feel that with each day, your hand grows tired,
Leave some behind you say,
But, it’s yours.

And just drag this ever larger bag, until?
Until you stop, and on your knees you pull.
And on your belly you fall.
And you back you rest.

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