Decency

I worked for many years as a voluntary therapist in public schools in the outskirts, treated disorders of human behavior through therapy with Bach flowers, during this time I attended a lady from the community who had been expelled from the house by the young children. She'd raised them only 17 years, but she'd been unemployed, and she could not keep her share of the household expenses, so they kicked her out. She was greeted by a friend who only had a small room where she packed building materials and there she went. The room had no structure, kitchen or bathroom, it was built as your friend, also poor, could afford. Food was donated by friends and people as poor as she who during her life helped or treated in some way, as well as her friend. She was a very beautiful woman, because of her age she did not get a job, but she did not lose her decency. This poem is dedicated to her.

English version in the Portuguese poem “Decência”, published by virtue of which it was edited, hindering direct translations, with the objective of preserving the intellectual property governed by the law of copyright, 9,610 / 98, last version in adhesion to the Stockholm treaty.