Ecstasy.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

by the time that this walk and
intermittent stays are completed
soon, i shall be like you papa
sitting on the bench facing the
porch watching the sunset...

i shall pour wine in the glass
as i shall forgo all my waning desires
those wasted years
seeing life pass me by

i am untouched and i have not
touched anyone

except the cycle of those moments
all too human,
handed by the dictates of humanity

complete with the diploma
life completed,
ecstasy unachievable.