RIC S. BASTASA


With Foams In Our Hair Seagulls In Our Lair. - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

well, nothing's gonna
change us,
come to think of it,

our wrinkles have
multiplied
our hands are
sometimes trembling
we have lost control
over what is
happening

receding forehead
falling hair
drying skin, lousy
memories

you see, nothing still
changes us, the way we
feel and think

we are still the children of
the shores
with foams in our hair
seagulls in our lair.

Topic(s) of this poem: life


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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 26, 2015



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