The Music Of My Soul Poem by RIC BASTASA

my greatest sorrow is
my having told you that i love you.

having known what am i to you
i put my hand to your lips refraining
you to say anything.

i volunteered to be a beggar for love
from someone who cannot love me.
and i've been thinking about for now
and from then
arrive at the conclusion fo myself
that there is no dignity for a beggar
for someone who only waits
for an extra time
for a dog to stay there under the table and
wait for crumbs and left overs

and so i rebuffed this self into something
much greater to itself
to something dignified and worth living

love can wait, love is not always everything
as there is more to life and living
the self looks at itself and asks why can't
you love me? why can't we just be we?

and so this morning i walk with myself along
the road leading toa park and have a date with
myself

talking to myself is fun, there is so much to know
still despite those years of taking this self for granted.

and so this is the start...to love myself above all
and if someone comes along, why not?

yes, why not? for the meantime i hear the music of my soul
and oh my God, it is so beautiful.