Throwing It Away.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

at first
the planting and then
the caring and
then the harvesting and
then the planting again
and so on and so forth,
until you reach an age
when planting becomes
unnecessary,
you just lost the appetite
for seeds, and soil and
watching plants grow and
bloom,
you are more of a
caterpillar
not wishing for wings
anymore,
not even the marvel
of a leaf
amazes you,
you hold a stone
and then
that is it, you simply
throw it away.