Que Sera Sera What Ever Will Be Will Be.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the left hand
tries hard to reach
for the mass
which is found at
the back
beyond the reach
of the fingers

it was the blind
masseur who found it
for you
his sense of touch
is finer

at night you cannot
help but think about
it some more
wasting time
for worries

it is a generation of
cancerous states
and you remember
grandpa how he struggled
with his prostate
etcetera

it is hard to remember
grief without you grieving
in return

alone in your room
you begin to hum

que sera sera
what ever will be
will be....