Incessant rain, puddles everywhere,
In an overcast, heavy atmosphere
The high humidity hung overpoweringly,
But the chores had to be carried out weekly.
With laden bags I was coming back steadily,
Gnawing thoughts haunting depressingly,
My load seeming to become heavier,
As I was directing my steps towards my car.
In the distance I saw a small woman, old,
Walking without a wand down the road,
Almost bent double,
But determined and cheerful,
With no dread of old age, no worry,
Looking forward to it as if eagerly.
With the least care or worry.
I started pondering,
If this frail little woman had such a cheerful bearing,
Why was I feeling so cheerless?
Why was I so low in spirit, so tuneless?
What reason did I have to feel hapless?
I felt ashamed of my untoward stress,
Of my comparatively better state, utterly thoughtless,
Making me feel unnecessarily depressed.
Seeing the face of this woman all content,
I forgot the load on my arms almost bent,
And gradually approached.
When I greeted her, she replied,
A serene look conveyed,
And the most radiant smile displayed,
While my mind, already a heap of confusion,
Added with the day’s next hours’ deliberation.
She was neatly dressed in a traditional wear,
Fashioned like that of a young girl was her scanty hair,
With a light, dainty head wear,
A bag in one arm, well tucked,
And in it her umbrella folded.
A clean pair of sandals she wore,
Which light-footedly she bore.
Full of admiration for her love of life,
Her determination to face life, showing no strife,
At the vulnerable age of eighty-seven,
Made my worries look vain.
I thanked God for teaching,
In the few minutes’ meeting,
To appreciate life’s little blessings.
I was reminded of the super centenarians
Being able to see different generations,
Like Nabi Tajima and Violet Moss-Brown,
For their long lives renown.
Surely, high expectations they put aside,
Loving people than the desire to be admired,
And being aware of what they have achieved,
Must have their longevity boosted.
It dawned on me that if we can still move around,
Be independent, do our errand,
Helping the family or friends,
Either reading or with computer games diverted,
And our acquired knowledge passed on,
To the youngsters and beyond,
We can consider ourselves to be lucky,
And thank the Lord for helping us to be happy.
The fear of becoming a burden to our families
Is there, but with our hard-earned savings,
We can stay comfortably in Old Age Homes,
And not worry about being alone,
For after crossing milestones,
We are living on time borrowed,
Lavishly by the Lord bestowed,
So why not grasp what is naturally endowed?