On the day I die,

or on subsequent days,

whatever will be the new world

to which I will be sent,

I will never stop missing this one,

where for so many years I lived.

Forever I will remember these happy days,

friends, lovers, sincere smiles and kind words,  

born of honest coexistence with my fellow ones.

I will be sure the body that will remain here,

defeated by time and its ills, surely had carried  

a strong spirit with which had been born,

such spirit will last forever and ever.  

I will learn to discard, what will give me even

a certain pleasure, those dark moments left by

unconscious brothers, misfits in their generation,  

who gave me anything and added up to nothing.    

The good memories I will carry far outweigh

the disappointments and displeasures I faced;

these latter, perhaps, to some extent, fruit  

of too much believe, too little misdoubt.

This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©