Buscando os meus poemas antigos, no faiado, atopei este que escribíu Barry, no 1980, cando ainda non nacera o noso fillo.
Pareceume que era fermoso e quixen publicalo aquí no blog.
Yet another evening arrives,
with the days work as yet undone.
The changing weather is like my feelings
of life as an apathetic but blissful existence
or an orderly enjoyable though not quite as agreeable
occupation of time on earth.
People however have trouble in communication.
Some being harder to connect than those that Snowpake*.
Can right attitudes remain unchanged and
ignorance prevails which becomes more acceptable with time.
Life goes on while the evening leaves peacefully.
Still unsaved with it comes, possibly knowing of
a light at the end of the tunnel.
Among lives, many uncertainties burns a flame.
That love is true and bright.
It gives strength when weak, warmth when cold.
Always flickering quietly
all my life, my love I give the hight.
By B.J. EVANS
*Reg. Trade Mark