RIC S. BASTASA


Time Is Cruel - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

time is cruel
i have seen how
rashly she ears off
every page
of my calendar

my hair turns white
got more furrows
on my face
my arms are slow
my feet like dough

at the last hour
i wait on one of the benches
on the park and i shall

fade like a
premature sunset


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 21, 2010



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