294 Poem by RIC BASTASA

294

Rating: 5.0


i ask the old man
of our neighborhood
sitting on a chair
in his yard
just in front
our house
as i water
the plants
in my garden,

his answer
is simple enough


'well, i like to die
because my friends
and classmates
are all gone, and
what use will this
life be? '

i agree.

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RIC BASTASA

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