Loving Our Careers Poem by RIC BASTASA

sometimes i wish
God will give me old age
where i can
be another grandfather beside
a grandmother
and around us our
grandchildren

all noisy and naughty and
filling the old house with joy

there will be no blackout
and food will be served upon a call
of a small child
even with a small cry
the maid will be ready


it is only a wish
and will never be possible

we don't even have a child yet.
and we are already old and weary of waiting
what God once
promised which we perhaps did not hear
clearly
because we were then busy
loving our careers.