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Stalemate


 

Today is my 79th birthday.

My learning process ended last night,

It ended

After seventy-eight long, very long years.

Today, when I woke up,

I had no burden to carry forward,

I felt light and free.

I realized that all the book learning I did

Was unnecessary,

That I had wasted a large part of my life,

I did not learn anything new to pass on.

Today, at the break of dawn,

I discarded those years favouring the ease

I wished to enjoy

So, I took stock of the years at my disposal,

I found I hardly had the time to enjoy

The balance portion of my life.

I did not open a new chapter to read,

Instead,

I threw away the book of my life

That I did not find engaging.

I sat down expecting no miracles,

In real life, there are no miracles other than

The relieving end of life,

And there are no gains either.

I could afford to close my eyes.

 

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