Father's Complaint To A Lazy Son Writing A Poem. Poem by RIC BASTASA

Father's Complaint To A Lazy Son Writing A Poem.



i know it is morning
thru the clock on the pc.
this is my room.
blinded by blinds.
a lamp stares on the keys.
got a jacket
for the cold.
lazy man, father calls.
what is poetry? he mumbles.

Thursday, January 12, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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