4: 55 Poem by RIC BASTASA

4: 55



and so it will be that
i will give you the flesh that you love
and you shall live well
and i will keep the bones
those cranky ones that you set aside
and i will listen to the sounds
of old age
and i will keep what i have learned from
this experience
you are the geek
that keeps what splices of happiness is there
those that are temporary
and i am the outmoded that keeps
what i think shall last forever
but at the end
we are even
beyond these musings
and callings
along the roads of our choices
these patches and parches
we all shall turn into nothing
but dusts
and i shall take pride no more
of what i am and
what i had been
neither shall you whose name
must i have
also forgotten

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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