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Aug 2020
I am a ripe mellowed fruit,
Almost ready to be picked,
And back to the soil.
Money to me is secondary,
My wants are now few,
Only my needs,
A little for charity, people in need
And for my family on festivals.
I have no expectations,
Even from my children,
Cause having seen many seasons,
I know expectations lead to bitterness.
I have stopped arguing,
I just nod to everything,
Then to do or not to do I leave the decision on myself,
Though sometimes they call me stubborn,
I smile, greet and compliment everyone I meet,
From a toddler to a villain,
After all a smile costs nothing,
In return most return the greetings,
Indulging and pampering an old lady.
I have stopped worrying and stressing about other people's responsibilities
My shoulders are too weak to carry them,
Everyone onto his own,
No frustrations, only sublime peace.
Lastly I don't haggle with vendors over prices,
Give big tips to waiters and delivery boys,
A smile on their tired faces makes my day.
Now, I enjoy several cups of tea reading a newspaper or talking with friends,
Dozing while watching T.V,
Or having fun time with my grand children,
I have learned to retire from the fast track life.
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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