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Is Death mocking the old?

Winter will pass and Spring will return. – pictures by C.E. Pereira

Millions of creases etched.
But it is not crepe paper.
Elasticness long since gone.
It hangs loose on old bones.

Weathered beaten, once strong.
With lines criss-crossing.
Fragile like old parchment.
Covered with crow’s feet.

Wrinkles that tell the story.
Of youth long gone by.
Of life’s trodden path.
A long life, awaiting rest.

Hands lift up in prayer.
Flesh hanging from bones.
A withered body; weary.
The bed, a prison cell.

Lapses that brings fear.
Days overlap with no change.
Dull eyes stare at the walls.
As lips mumble broken prayers.

The finish line seems so near.
But it moves with each step taken.
Is Death mocking the old?
Realing in the catch then letting go.

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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