Remembering Jong..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

she predicts
six months only she said
we cannot last that long
and we hear it
but are not bothered

we believe somehow
and it is basic
nothing lasts forever

we work so hard
we forget the hours of the day

she goes around
talking

three months are all she had
and then she was buried by those

who pity her
and give her the much needed understanding

i am one of those who
send her off
to the other side of this world

i utter friendship
i keep it

what i can hand her with dignity
is just the forgetting.