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One of the Days; in a Retiree’s Daily Routine.- By Noor Rahim   It is the onset of a cold day in Autumn And the sun has still not arisen My wake-up call by Mother Nature comes later But as regimented I wake up in the dark; no matter   I drag my feet to the washroom looking glum but solemn Peering through the blind it looks dark, dreary and forlorn But thank God the washroom has an electric heater That makes the situation bearable and better   After the normal routine and motions I’m ready for my cup of tea and toasted muffin Plans for the day are part of the daily reckoner Which shopping Mall do we go to is the poser?   We set off to the Mall in our small sedan To soon confront the traffic; the rush; and the aggression There’s so much indiscipline and ...