Outside Is A Bright Day Which Serves No Purpose At All...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the house help takes refuge
on the hip hop music as the old man
his master sleeps after so much ranting
why he is abandoned

it is Sunday and Tom Jones songs
are played over the radio
where the old woman listens trying to
remember what youth was

the children and grand children
have already lives of their own
and always finding no time to this
place where they all come from

outside is a bright day which serves
no purpose at all......