When I awake each morning
To a bright and new day
I remember the joy of yesterday
Fill my heart with it again
So that I can give to someone
Just to lift a weary heart
Or to make a friend laugh
The joy in me that is to be
Slow to criticize but fast to praise
To offer a hand when needed
Or just a smile like the warmth of the sun
By loving and giving freely
The joy in me will grow more
But most of all to be able
To control the winds of storms
That sometimes unleash with fury

By C. E. Pereira


Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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