A poem for you

When you follow a path in your life
And discouragement comes
When you give a smile
And, as an answer you receive disdain
When you’ll be stabbed by a friend
And alone, you’ll be suffering in silence
When love springs out from your soul
For the sad and poor wretches
And, with courage, gives you a slap
When your tears drops in catadupe
And leave in your face furrows
When you feel hate around you,
Cowardice, despair and humiliations
When your heart will be only scars
And have nothing to give
So…
“Take the last pieces of your raw flesh soul
and make with them a patchwork-quilt, to lodge
a poor man, even more poor than you”