Surprise at Dusk   

About one month or two ago, on walking,   

as we are accustomed to almost every day,

my wife and I,   

when passing by a well-known bridge,

we noticed, not without some sorrow,

that a family was living under it.

At a corner they had cleaned on the riverbank,

they were living their day-to-day life.   

We were filled with sadness, certainly  

they were homeless, or at least, temporarily,

having as a roof that lower part of the bridge.

Yesterday, again walking, we perceived 

that there was something different,

a few more people, in addition to the family

we were used to seeing.

A couple of bonfires lit the better the area,

they seemed to feel very comfortable,

laughing and happy; we even heard

something like a clink of glasses.

My wife was surprised, did not understand,

but suddenly, I did, and told her:

there is no doubt, they are having guests today

and are having fun.

Then, we became aware that, for a while,

we have not enjoyed much of this pleasure.

(Written on November 19,2016)