RIC BASTASA


...Out Like A Dry And Wasted Lang Where Fear Begins To Grow... - Poem by RIC BASTASA

you know how time runs
like a sprinter
at first it does not bother

you, the busy man with all
his art and politics combined
like a bouquet of flowers for

a wedding day, but then the
flower girl has become a bride
and your hair has thinned...

Topic(s) of this poem: life


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 4, 2015



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