RIC S. BASTASA


There Is Nothing To Boast, Young Man... - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

be not proud young man
your achievements are nothing but
trivial matters to God

your many years of keeping
is a second of spilling

what you built are nothing but
sandcastles

you cannot keep eternity in your head
you will lose all your hair

do not count your greatness with the rain
in a minute they're all gone

be not proud young man
pray, pray always that you shall be forgiven


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 12, 2012



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