At 52 Poem by RIC BASTASA

with all my shortcomings
what can i be when i am 52?

will my wife leave me?
will my paramour stick with me even if i have no job anymore?

i am supposed to have a date tonight
with a very young woman at her prime subliminal urge
somewhere in my
favorite motel,

but i am having doubts really
about fate

about my fear when i reach 52 when finally i become
a ruin of myself

betrayed, lost and
alone...

ok, i will try another option.
i will focus myself in school.