The Child In Us As Outsider Of The House Of Luxury Poem by RIC BASTASA

the child is dirty
he peeps upon a hole created by him on the wall of a house
where the rich man lives with his luxuries
how he wishes he were inside that room
and be part of the happy people

he is peeping and always peeping
he is tom

now the girl inside the room sees him and signals with her
hand to let him in

he runs away
he only wants the luxuries of life inside that room
he does not like the curl of the girl's black hair

when the girl is away on a trip with her papa
riding on a white horse towards the prairies
to gather black flowers

the little boy comes back again
his name is really tom

he dreams of life
inside a room away from all people

even before Sartre has articulated it
philosophically
he seems to know that heaven is only the nice room
the people inside it are always hell.