41438 Poem by RIC BASTASA

41438

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WE are lovers
always on the run
for myriad pleasures
and to every friend
we are proud
keeping that in
mind we are
always lovers on
the go

we get old and
we start diminishing
we lose friends
they're always moving

we miss what was
there a long time ago
we want to go back
we cannot
nevertheless we tell
them we are friends
at night we have long
stories to tell
and we laugh and
wake up at dawn and
tell stories again

our kind of pleasures
change
we have chosen what
lasts with us
we have become our
very own homes.

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