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
much 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 new land, which we are journeying to.
This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ®