Like Bulls In The Spanish Arena Fighting Over A Red Cloth Raised By A Foolish Hero. Poem by RIC BASTASA

you come with a problem today
and you knock and i open a door and
we sit upon a chair facing each other
as coffee comes in mugs
and we sip hot aroma as you begin
to relate what is bugging your life

deep within me is this waste of time
trying to solve another man's problem
i should have been frank enough to ask him
'who's problem is this? ' and of course it is yours,
and then i could have been too frank to
this philosophy of newton's law of motion
'since it is yours then it must stay as yours to solve,
and not mine apropos'.

pressure of life are taking vents
right at our very noses
and we look like bulls in the Spanish arena
fighting over a red cloth raised by a foolish hero.