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After all, why the hurry!


It’s nine o’clock and I’m zonked.
No energy for other things.
I’m hungry. I’m tired. I sigh.
Lots more chores to be done.

A sit down with a cup of coffee.
Listening to country music.
I fall asleep. Coffee untouched.
Naps just happens. No warnings.

I told myself I’ll do lots of things.
When I retired… I told myself.
I have all the time in the world.
Yet, I cannot find the time.

It’s not fair. I scream.
Silently. Not out loud.
This is the time I dreamed.
But I am held ransom at home.

And so I do the chores.
The bigger picture is hidden.
I’ll try to finish my chores.
I put aside the Now, chores await.

So, I continue doing my chores.
And I’ll rest now and then.
After all, why the hurry!
On reflection, I’ll not dwell.

By C.E. Pereira



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

4 thoughts on “After all, why the hurry!

  1. Isn’t it the most amazing thing that you can retire and not find enough time to do things you want to do, after you do the things you have to do?
    Sweet Blessings to you…many happy days ahead in the New Year ❤

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