An Observation.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

there are those who are destined to succeed,
one cannot figure out whether it is tedious work
day and night, or just sheer luck, God's chosen leader,
favored by fate,

one reaps the fortune, honor
fame, glory,
people around him in full
admiration

there those who seem to know only failure
alone in their miseries
and praying over their famous questions
why? why?

the years are fast, and time becomes the sold judge
of all these,

there are those that live in mansions, lavish in their manners
wicked in their spending habits
lush, posh,
and then one day, just like Henry
put a bullet in their heads,

and those that have been accustomed to misery
still continue living
struggling like an ant on their usual processions
like worms eating the
humus of the soil,

and those who think, wonder, and then nod their heads
and say

there is nothing to grudge about
life as see sometimes is unfair
but at the end
every scale balances itself

i, too, has come to the conclusion
success is a relative term
happiness is a state of mind
no one is perfect
so just enjoy the moment
grab your day
and let live