Happiness Is Too Found In Yourself Alone.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

seemingly the rule is
posted in their city wall,

here if you want to be happy
you have to beg

at the gate you have to choose
for whom to beg

it is not usual that sometimes
you are refused

you have to beg again and
again

at the point of humiliation
you begin to realize

there is not point forcing
yourself to this kind of thing

you back out from the city game
back to your village

you close the door of your house
for olive oil, a little salt and bread.