Descended From The Pegasus Of Our Minds... Poem by RIC BASTASA

it's been years since
you know how we started with
nothing, - it was humiliating,
but we keep silent and we keep on
going,
we know how to understand how is it to be humiliated but at the same time we take pride in
just keeping on the doing, just like the way we keep that rusty
bicycle, we took it to the market and we did not mind the foul
odor and the dust,
we just keep on doing what we think is good for our hands,
until we got the skill and
we still do it, despite the confidence,

now it is time to still
keep on going, there is no more rust there is more oil to use,
money to spend, but still we keep on going,

lest the bicycle falls on the road and we shall have
our own injuries but despite, we keep on going,

because we love doing it, yes, love to love and to love,
despite the hurts, yes, we keep on loving, even if love is no
longer there,

because we learned a lot from that rusty bicycle,
descended from the Pegasus of our minds.