We Who Are Patient, We Who Are Silent.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

keeping what is due us
has always been our noble art,
sometimes we are counted as the
foolish few, not having anything to brag
except our not much spread
diary on integrity,
we have not multiplied much and
most of you hint that perhaps our lineage
is cursed, but we do not mind much talk really,
our revered silence is another noble
outdated technology,
we also give what is due to all of you,
keeping in mind, that the Goddess of Good Karma
is not asleep, but just sitting in patience,
slow paced, and cautious not to harm
the unwanted harmful grass.

we are patient too, and spiders inhabit
in the webs of our overworked eyes,
we are mocked, and we lower down our gaze
to the feet of the earth
we always get rain with the rain
scorched, nevertheless by the sun
but we are still thriving, despite.

one day, we shall hear about the death of laughter
and what we can always show and still be proud of
is our restrained smile.