Those That The Almighty Want Him.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the young man
dislikes untidy people.

there are lots of them
in the market place,
at the sidewalk, in
places where hope
does not bloom into
a flower,

he cleans his ears
and nails and
washes his face and
feet and hands
as regularly as he
could
even gargles anti-bacterial
fluids for
a cleaner breath

how did time change him?
his hair is uncut
his breath foul
his feet muddy
and into so many unhealthy
habits
he lives alone in his
world
away from the crowd

into the realm of the mind
away from the physical surfaces
he is lost only to find
himself
taking care of those
other much important things

those that the Almighty
want him.