MY SOUL

Perhaps the man be blind.

He doesn’t get to find

The way of his future.

Maybe children be smart.

They are in all parts

Looking for their culture.

I don’t know what I am.

I am man but I am not blind.

I always work with my mind

And to do everything I can.

A day I was a child very fool.

Culture I had because I read.

Sometimes I was lost in bed

Dreaming alone with my soul!

By Ivan de Oliveira Melo