Some Chunks Of Bitter Realities Poem by RIC BASTASA

some chunks of bitter realities are handed to him.
the rule of the game is: do not refuse, take everything with all willingness.

the game continues and from day to day, he has become
the most acceptable yes man.

he continues receiving chunks of bitterness and he keeps it to himself.
there is no room for complaints. that is another rule of the game.

at night, when alone, with all the bitterness, he looks upon the pages of
an old book, the one containing the pictures of his friends back home,

in school where he finished high school, in the university where he finished
his degree with honors.

damn, he tells himself, ' i am much better than them! '
yet he never really made good: he remains poor, and unknown,

and envious. Life must be unfair. Or God must not exist.
He becomes a doubter.

Agnosticism was never his trait in college.
He was handsome and girls were pulling him right and left.
The professors loved him and exempted him from taking the final exams.

The years are cruel.
The government is unfair.
Power is slipping from his hands.

He sleeps and finds rest in his dreams.
There is something wrong with the system.
The good are not rewarded.
The bad triumphs.

HE could not ask WHY?
He is into this game. There shall be no complaining.
He is here. There is no asking now.

Tomorrow, he washes his face, removes the iota of doubt.
The motes of confusions.

He goes into the office. He is the yes man for now.
There shall be no grumbling.

THAT in fact, is the rule. The attitude acceptable.
And so his silence remains. Until his death.Perhaps.