Ode To The Spinster... - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

you know much better
i will not argue, so, you build your own house
choose the kind of wood
what color of paint is used
how things must be
everyday, you decide
you accept things as they are
and ready already for
any eventuality: that loneliness
has been converted to

you have nephews and nieces
too many, yet to no one
has you entrusted your future
or your present life

you reason out
they too, have lives of their own
they are the children of their
own plans
the makings of their own thoughts
and the shape of
their own visions

you walk alone along the shores of
complete and self -sufficient
you want to touch their lives sometimes
but your second thoughts prevail
you have your own life to live
the design of your own
architectured by your own hands
this heart that beats for no
but you, and you alone, at the end
embracing your own self
against the strong wind.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 10, 2011

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