Now I’m turning seventy-four
However, my mind feels as twenty-four.
Unlike the body still bold,
I can’t deny it’s getting old.
Wisdom 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 always could choose the plain
No matter facing many 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