My story book

This day that I am born
Begins my first chapter
I cry for I know the end
A day when I meet death

This book my story is written
He knows from start to end
The journey I’ll take
The choices I’ll make

This moment I’m writing
I look back, a younger me
So many chapters finished
None that I can rewrite

This one life I have
Each day a page jotted
Daily chores, happy moments
Of worrying, sadness, nothing last

Thus a chapter each year
Chronicles my journey, my choices
A journey sometimes easy, and hard
Of choices made, good and bad

More than five decades
A bucket list still to complete
My story book still ongoing
Only He knows the day I die.

By C.E. Pereira
(22-4-2017)

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 View all posts by cepcarol

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