No Promises..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

deep in my heart
i want you to stay
and be with us
for the rest of your
days

but your hands are
walls
themselves

your feet have remained
your compasses
of independence

and so you shall walk again
and come back
(sadly) when we are gone

how can our natures be too
cruel?
how high has pride towered
upon time's
fastest moves?

we are all sad and miserable
sitting upon chairs of gold
staring at all the food that
we have cooked
unable to feast
too tired to eat
and too old to be happy
again

on the last day we blame no one
we speak
we try to open up
but no one
is interested

they too have their own
chosen woes
and as usual
on the premises of
wrong solutions

and so welcome to the club
bear what is unbearable
tomorrow is the last day
and pre-departure passengers keep
on waiting
fro the worst woes to
come and take
them
to stormy places of the
heart

no tears, no hugs
no promises....