Pears Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Pears

I had gone for shopping
Vegs, fruits, and vitamins.

Saw the boxes of pears
Good looking, well managed.

The store did not sell
By the piece or single.

Bought one box
Brought home.

Had no time to eat but
A few, the rest are
Softening, browning.

That means
Can be rotting.

Have and will hate wasting
The harvest of hard work.

I never disrespect
The pain of hard workers.

Am in search of a way
That helps me preserve
Can consume them later.

Relatives and friends
Please come and suggest
A system to manage…

Promise to remain
Thankful and grateful.

From now to the end
Whenever set the table.