A POEM by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel
31 is not 13 backwards
Yes, life moved forward
But the numbers are still there
3 and 1
If you move 1 in front of 3
Well, that was me 18 years ago
I was so damn young
A brand new gun
And now what, son?
Another 18 to look forward to?
Perhaps... Who knows?
Then I'll be 49...
What will the future hold?
Shall I let the numbers unfold?
No. Don't wanna play this game no more...
Am I afraid to place 9 in front of 4?
Damn! I'll be 94!
Time to kiss the floor...
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