Teresa's Tears Poem by Leaking Pen

Life rushes by like torrent rains
Fate has not the time to stop and seek its source!
24/7 wears down the perpetual clock
I wonder when its pendulum will stop?

So much give and take -its gears-
The human heart sooner will give out
Landfills are full, is there any space left?
To shelf my body when music plays
The lowest note on the bass clef?

Youth in motion some seize the moment
Middle age got me tied up in knots
Latter years I care for the caregivers
Who once walked in life's chameleon shoes

How quick is turn of the wheel
Kid not fate, sooner than latter
Last turn comes to a sudden stop
Was it worth all the travelling?
To count dinars in one's bursting vault
They're too heavy to carry to the grave
New Calcutta founded on Teresa's Tears.

April 5th 2014
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