Now I’m turning seventy four
But my mind feels as twenty four.
Unlike the body still bold,
I can’t deny it’s getting old.
Wisdon and knowledge
Even growing up time by time
Aren’t able to show the sign
On the running to the edge.
Anyway, I shouldn’t complain.
I allways could choose the plain
No matter facing lots of hills
For building my life and my name
Leaving to my family the frame
To be always good but never bad news!
Joffre Sandin
Barraco no Morro, 05 de maio de 2020