On The East On The West Poem by RIC BASTASA
On The East On The West
just as the children of the east
gets with
playing with their small fingers
under the rain
chased by the agile feet
of happines
someone somewhere is an old man
seated on the west
his white locks of hair hiding
from the rain
listening to the sweet refrain
of its music
as it falls to the ground
trying to sense
the when of things to come
waiting for a
happy ending
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