Lucky Grandpa Poem by RIC BASTASA

Lucky Grandpa



to reach
72
is a feat,

sorrows have
been buried
in the forehead

grief eaten like
green sour mangoes to
delight

how many misfortunes?
can happy pieces equal the
sad ones?

Grandpa, you are lucky.
You have aged.

Fine wine
Sweetest to the taste buds
of God.

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RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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