Life At Fifty Six..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

at fifty six you should
have been well polished as a
white grain of rice

and not as foolish as that
young girl who wanted to steal
three hearts at same time

if possible, you can be more
than a white grain of rice,
not just even a pearl or diamond,

she hates many faces, though she
loves the glimpses of light,

at fifty-six you could have been
as witty as a nut not a nit, you
should have learned all your lessons
well by heart and not just by the
mind,

do not drop dead, you are not a potato.
come, let us take this ride, into
somnolence