The bane of a rumour


I hear rumours about job cuts.
A whisper of mandatory retirement.
Rumours are almost always true.
I tense. Will the scorpion sting?

It’s still the dawn of the new year.
Resolutions made, hope still feisty.
Will next week see the year as new?
And squash the rumour like a bug.

There is nothing to be done, except wait.
A memo should hit us on Monday.
Or a silence so ominous, we quake.
A relief if it is but a rumour.

How selfish can I get on a rumour,
when the year-end brought the monsoon.
The east coast battered by floods.
Into the new year, recovering slowing.

To lack wisdom, or devoid of empathy.
Energy spent on worrying about a rumour.
Instead of lending a helping hand.
I am selfishly thinking about a rumour.

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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