The Wedding Ring Poem by RIC BASTASA

The Wedding Ring



this ring does not fit my finger anymore
emaciated time and wrinkled promises

the tendency on this looseness may soon
make this wedding ring fall from my bone

& flesh but there is this bond that ties us still.
It shall stay though the hand feels nothing anymore.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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