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I heard a grumble

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We like our electronic gadgets.
Fingers on a computer keyboard.
Or a touch screen tab; pad.
The typewriter is but a memory.

Typing error easily deleted.
And as easy to retrieve back.
Our work made much easier.
Yet, I heard a grumble.

Did my ears deceive me?
No, I did hear a grumble.
Impatience laced underneath.
The youth today demand speed.

From an era of struggle.
Of hand washed clothes.
Charcoal and kerosene stoves.
I grumbled doing chores.

My mother lectured me.
I was that youth then, impatient.
My mother’s lot had it worse.
No plumbing; bucket system.

Today’s youth will learn.
As did I, years ago in my youth.
Step into your mother’s shoes.
Do not grumble. Appreciate!

By C.E. Pereira
(16-9-2019)

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Author:

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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