I miss much more tomorrow than yesterday,
or any of my past days.
You will probably point me out as reckless, defiant,
by challenging what we cannot predict or guess.
The fact is that I learned a lot from the sadness
and disappointment I have had, really so many but
not enough to overwhelm me.
I hope I still have many pleasures in my future,
like or better as I have had,
even if some of them are the ones that,
later, turn out to be deceptive and fleeting.
I have already learned the modus-operandi of the one
who has been the mentor of my destinies and my ways.
So, I have seasoned my life with the same passions,
thus believing he will not have much to change
and surprise me.
Let my future come soon, I do not fear and will embrace it
with the same faith of my past, which remains with me.
I will fight its frustrations and disagreements, that, by sure,
will appear again.
I will lie down with new pleasures, flames and loves
will spring up.
Then, we will throw to the skies sound and honest a laughter, and,
a little incredulous, the Gods will know that, despite everything,
the human legend is still going on down here.
This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©