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