I was very thankful for the small piece,
Even if it was called "fried chicken";
For it was not usual I get this kind of food,
In a cozy setting full of children.
I bought fishballs for starters,
Had curry noodles with fried chicken for main dish,
And had ice-cream for my dessert:
I had never dwelt out of wonders,
At how caring uncles and aunties cooked the dish,
And served every child with a cert.
I could have lost the gratitude as an adult,
And started to blame the cleanliness,
For a similar canteen with similar fare,
Becoming an adult has become an insult,
I started to project my unforgivingness,
For it had become a second nature.
Work had become too boring,
Then I started to reflect on how I did things;
I could have forgotten the toils and sacrifices of the heroes unsung,
And got too critical, way beyond how I should judge things.
Thanks to you, the lovely canteen,
I had turned back to you and not been so mean;
I should have stopped complaining,
At least for now for minor slacks in cleaning and catering.
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