My Way Poem by Adilson Pinto

Sometimes we feel we are broken
By the bad events which occur in life,
As we were like a chinese vase, fragile,
A porcelain vase, which breaks easily:
Fragments of us spread on the ground...

How can we fix it? !

Then we go to a silent place
There we sit down, we close our eyes
And from the abyssal depth of ourselves
We find light, we find strength, we find power...
Then we start to catch each fragment of our shattered being
Our shattered being on the ground
And then we re-build our original personality
To finally say, as the American anthem:
I did it my way!
Yeah! ! !