Staring now out the window
Looking at the market place
A bustling scene below her
She shed just one tear
She remembered long ago
When standing by her fruit stall
Shouting out "Ripe Bananas"
For them all to hear
What a young girl she was then
Coaxing all the customers
To buy all their fruit from her
As she called them near
She polished fruit on her smock
As she waltzed around her stall
Welcoming every buyer
Always with good cheer
Then one stall holder noticed
She wasn't in the window
Gone to her orchard in the sky
That was very clear
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Things we do can be rudely interrupted by a finality prompted by ill-health, retirement or demise or just loss of interest. It was good when it lasted!
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But it sounds as if she enjoyed every moment before she left
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