How hard is it to live?

Wrinkles on the face,

wrinkles on her white clothes,

stands in front of a photograph,

wrinkled fingers,

touches the cracks of the glass, a moment,

touches the cracks on the wall, a moment,

touches her bent knee, a moment,

turns around,

asks how hard is it to live?

Walks on the street with a cane stick,

strangers walk past brisk, her steps

match a group of the ants,

thin worn out cracked feet,

moves with worn out flip-flops,

a cold breeze shifts her head scarf,

the group of ants moves inside the cracks,

she stands still, again, a moment,

asks how hard is it to live?

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