At This Age (50 To 60) - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

everything becomes
merely nothing
but reminiscences

nothing efflorescent
or even fluvial

once there was a boy
rising from rags to riches

once there was a girl
who became the wife of the president

once there was a love so true
it brought nothing but sadness

once there was a home
splintered like a grenade

once there were beautiful times
fading like sunset.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 21, 2010

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