Sunday, April 28, 2013

How Rich I Am



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We didn’t talk as my bike almost bumped against her.
We said “Very nice, happy to meet you” with our eyes, more than words ever could say.
She is so grateful, happy she isn’t regarded so low, so poor as a Cinderella sweeping the dusty road and I’m so grateful, happy as I’m not regarded as an old scarecrow. I don’t need to meet the most inspiring man or woman anymore.
Imagine, I got her lovely smile. How rich I am. 



How Rich I Am
I almost bumped my bike against the street sweeperella. She looked up surprised from under her cap, then smiled so delightfully, that lovely creature, - though missing a front tooth but she was too poor to buy her an artificial one - despite I’m an old scarecrow.
We didn’t talk, We said “Very nice, happy to meet you” with our eyes. How wonderful, more than words ever could say. Can you picture it? She is so grateful, happy she isn’t regarded so low, so poor as Cinderella and I’m so grateful, happy as I’m not regarded as so old and hideous as a scarecrow. I don’t need to meet the most inspiring man or woman anymore.
I then nodded her farewell.
Imagine, I got her lovely smile. How rich I am.
May 2013



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