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
(29-8-2015)
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I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. 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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