Getting old


I joke about aches and pains.
Signs of getting old.
More wrinkles, more grey hair.
Signs of maturity I say.

Chores that took half a day,
now it takes me a whole day.
What was once easy to do,
now it is a struggle for me.

Growing old has its fears.
I see the challenges my mother faces.
As each time something breaks down.
And knowing there’s no spare parts.

What age is middle age?
As a child I was told fifty.
Is fifty still the half mark?
Maybe it’s different for each one.

I was supposed to retire at fifty-five.
Then the law changed it to sixty.
A blessing, I can still work.
And laugh off my aches and pains.

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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