Time And Eternity Poem by RIC BASTASA

YOUR smile is old,
and time has changed a lot
even a hundredfold

you snob me
you smirk, you tighten your
laughter into
a frown,

it does not work
ditto,
it just does not tick anymore
you've got to change
somehow

i do not really know how
or what or when

time has a way of changing
what it needs,

it discards expectations,
it hates the monotony of never changing rules

it has a style of its own
and no one knows what is really next
taste of passion

i like time,
i like its way of experimenting
moments,
with all of us, its subjects
and objects
of its hours and
days

i do not wish that it may like me too
on such a
vested interest of
a mutuality

i hate to accept this
but time is with me

(booooo! do i hear boooo?)

it likes the way i dislike it
and it dislikes me for liking it
and claiming that it is with me

there is fire in my coldness
there is fame in my persistence

let the rain come,
i am ready with my own
cracked dryness

let time pass, i like its opposite
anyway:

ahhh! eternity.