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Is it the job or our lifestyle?



The job I do demands so much.
Odd hours and shift duties at work.
With daily deadlines to be met.
And stress level always on the high.

A co-worker dropped dead.
It was a heart attack.
Hearing the news left me in shock.
She was just 48-years-old.

Is it the job or our lifestyle?
The dead below age 50 increasing.
Death striking without favour.
We mourn, life goes on.

A few days since death knocked.
At the office, her details deleted.
Another co-worker replaces her.
No trace of her left, life goes on.

When a year has passed,
will I remember the date or month.
Her loved ones will never forget
the exact minute death brought the news.

By C.E. Pereira