Holding The Aces Of Life..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the way to read
a problem is to follow
its hints
from here to there
and to nowhere
until you get hold
of the key
to the door of its
solution...
the journey is
so lonely but
you never feel it
thoroughly from your
spine to the
tips of your
toes...

cold mornings
dead silent nights
overheated noons,
all these
are but time's passages
for your
interesting reading, and
then when you find
the truth
all means to it
get justified...

here you are
silent and
strong, holding all
the aces of
life.