At The Wedding Table Poem by RIC BASTASA

At The Wedding Table



..there was this man
well dressed beside me
does not smile
somehow i did not mind
until he asks
if i know a certain Ric

i said i am.
and then he smiles at me

perhaps thinking
how did i ever get so old and so fat?

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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