Sin..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

I've seen greatness
i love it,
i feel the wings
of the eagles of
this land

i, decrepit and
aging
lowly
creature of the
cold and slum
marvel on the
sharp claws of the great minds
ahead of me

I've seen them live
on the ivory towers
of their heads

i come late
and people ask the reason
why i seem
to rejoice
on that predicament

i bring no explanation
i have no flowers in my hands

i believe in myself
and though i worship great minds
i do not
imitate them
their passions and fame
are all theirs
they deserve a name carved
on marbles
and stones
on bold letters of gold
and embellished with
chunks of
polished diamonds


i repeat
i do not imitate them
i am like no other
i am original
like sin.