by Antonio Sousa
July.24/2011
Part I - About my fears
From this hour and forth
I promise to have happiness
To laugh and love and pray
And cry only when faced with madness
From this day and beyond
I shall be remembered as the liar
The one who tried to wear the mask
The one who failed in life
Maybe after next week
I won't be called the poet
Instead they shall ignore the rest
Of my writings, not even put me to the test
In a month or so
When life is easier and more calm
When sun, water and light will be my fellows
Maybe things will get tender and mellow
Part II - About my love for David T. Jackson
After a year trying hard, I shall surpass
The odds of living here in Canada
The cold and rich land of no ancestry
The bold move of life I call agony
A decade shall we meet, hand in hand
And through tempest, snow, wind or sand
We will conquer it all, this I shall grant
A hundred will be the number of your years
I shall be old and grey: 73
The mark of our love will still be seem
Millenniums and light years will make us old
But sad will be the day that all our folks
Forget we are a story to be told.
