Up There.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

Life and I

we were holding
hands together

we were having fun
and playing under the sun

people think that i
like to have more years
with life,

but i understand it more
on a shorter scale

and life offers her hand
so we can walk some more

stroll and roll and
play the ball

but i told Life,
i have had enough of you

and you are making me hostage
here, in this place not meant for me,

and so i refused Life
and embraced what beautiful truths that

Death has yet unspoken to me

Death and I,

There is no worry,
Let them bury,

Happy is it to die,
Bluish sky.