My Past Where I Was Juggling So Many Things With My Hands Poem by RIC BASTASA
My Past Where I Was Juggling So Many Things With My Hands
today i met two
persons
whose names i have
forgotten
but whose faces remind
me of
my past where i was juggling
so many things
with my hands
i offer a cup of coffee
to the emaciated one
and to the fat lady
who is carrying her
new born baby
i offer a seat
and then gently i walk
away
Sunday, September 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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