She walked with poise
In her high heels
And someone handed over a box
It said 'duties'
As she marched ahead
She picked up another one
It was labelled 'responsibility'
She felt proud, held her head high
And walked the walk
All along the way, little boxes got added
They had no names, no reasons
She didn't know what they held
But she let them stack anyway
It slowed her pace
So she took off her heels
The stack kept growing
Box over box
It blinded her sight
But she did not stop
Until she tripped, and fell to the ground
And all the boxes came crashing down
She looked at the mess strewn now
Wondering what should be picked first.
She picked herself up and walked away.
