THESE NIGHTS

Nowadays,

It seems a joke:

Morning gets

So mourning

Faster, earlier

Than my eyes

Comes to blink...

At the first time

In a whole day.

A nights brings

The funny show;

All that is hard

To show in the

Im-possible

Life, we get

From day light...

Desires unfolds

Since fierce work

Some much time

Looking for money

which pays the feeding

Meanwhile my colleagues

Are talking from behind...

Seeing a way the get some

Gold more than them have...

Gold not so essential

To life of all being of nature.

Nowadays,

The rays of light

Seems to be short:

They burn my skin

But not warm my body;

My feelings are freight

And my hands are cold....

Am I really living

Or waiting for dying?

So much time,

Doing what's right

Waiting for approval

Just to receive peace

Of I can not be

For myself usually...

Just the currency way

Made my happy day

After all, the life is:

“No pain no gain,

In spite of my dying plains.”

And I try all to work out,

And I don't forget the duty

And the day rest before me

Even I'm waiting to go out

And get so pleasure and funny....

But I found out that's not for me

And I must value what I reach:

My nights I can live a little bit.

(Leandro Monteiro)