There are piles of life around me
Debris of the year gone by-
Things that need to be sorted & tossed
because life gets too full of clutter.
By packing I am saying good-bye
I do not know if I'm ready.
Tic-Toc of the imaginary clock
the hours are draining by-
I should be good
I should prepare
Alas, I do not.
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