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I fall, I pick up, I continue


Six decades have flown.
Much enjoyed, much wasted.
To fix, to change my story.
But, there is no rewind button.

Childhood where magic exist.
That kid believed, no doubts.
Yet, the teen was disenchanted.
I saw the two faces of people.

I learned to wear the mask.
But, my heart betrayed me.
I was left with broken pieces.
Lessons learned but fear reigned.

Regrets will be with me.
But blessings will overcome.
Life is not a smooth road.
I fall, I pick up, I continue.

Turn around, see your blessings.
There’s a roof over my head.
Food on my table, give thanks.
Yes, there’s much to be grateful.

God walks beside me.
He is my strength, my hope.
He has carried me many times.
I am blessed indeed. I proclaim.

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

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