And Then Die... - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

there are so many ways
to pretend that life is alright

opening a glass door
gently closing it with a whistle

getting to church, shun revenge,
kneel and pray in silence

coming home with a song
and play ping-pong

cooking pork and letting all that aroma
fly like sparrows to the roofs of the neighbors

getting a ticket for an orchestra
or watch classical ballet with mama

or traveling on a spree
taking a tour to another country

there are so many ways to be happy
so many ways to waste time and money

post pictures in facebook, and chat
displaying the smile of the big cat

so many ways, so many ways
to be like everyone on those days,
to become everybody else on arrays

on some nights you are wondering
how you have been too convincing?

and then you give your honest cry
let go some tears, and then die.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 16, 2012

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