The Survivors... Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is another December
we never look forward for change
it will always be the same
wind, same veranda, same road

all these repetitions if we
were to mind what damage could
have it caused in our minds?

but look at us? seasoned souls
burdened bodies may be, but have
always coped up with what hammering
is hurled against us.

as this year ends, let us drink again
to this survival. It was never easy,
but as always, we are okay.