Man that I have born, member
of our common human race
and tied to an expiration date,
unknown but taken for granted
to all of us, I can’t live otherwise,
but in a great hurry.
I can’t wake every day and live as if I were
an old English Lord, boasting a politeness
and a selfness I’m never able or capable of.
I like to be faithful to who and what I am,
heir of poor and suffered our forefathers,
just this, anything more.
No one must expect great deeds, much less
memorable feats, for I didn’t arrive for this.
Indeed a son of God, but He or His Angels
didn’t bequeath me other powers besides
wide friendship and some love to my equals.
Comrade with much proud for brothers and
sisters, I wish to share efforts on moving hard
and heavy wheels of time, towards sacred and
promised a new land, which, I believe,
we are journeying to.
This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ®