when I visited my uncle's durian farm,
I was too late for durian flowers,
and too early for the fruit.
I can only reminisce,
when I was in Primary school,
we lived in the neighbourhood of impt people,
They lived in the first class govt quarters,
we lived in the third class.
But the wife was very kind,
She invited us to pick her durian flowers.
6 am in the morning,
mum woke us up.
Mum, can't we go later,
No kids, time and tide waits for no man,
rather the durian Fa waits for no man,
for it turns brown and not edible.