Stranger who left a mark


There are some persons you never forget.
You may meet them only once in your life.
Yet they remain with you, never fading.
When they die, memory awakens.

I knew one such person a few decades gone.
On holiday, we met through friends.
For the few days spent in mutual company,
I have never forgotten this person.

With a straight face, pointing to a Manor,
saying this is the local asylum, the nut house.
Driving through the gates, I was apprehensive,
turns out to be his home where lunch awaited.

Such a simple guy, such a gentleman,
the English hospitality extended to me a foreigner.
Today, news of his death reaches me,
decades fade, and I remember his face.

By C.E. Pereira
(Rest in peace Simon Drury-Lowe)


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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