Us Poem by RIC BASTASA

what was said
that was sad
if they turn into dust
because we left them
in that forgotten corner
of the room
soon we shall discover
as part of the furniture
that once
we sit upon again
and we remember all of them
not with sadness
anymore but with courage
because
we survived the turbulence
of tears
the unceasing coldness in
the rain
the madness of mud
and
we look at each other
again
we are still pure
and imbued still with the
beauty of our
age.