You Know Where We End Up To... Poem by RIC BASTASA

you have two choices to make.
if you become a glass, you have
to be broken.
that is what a glass is.

if you become a stone, you have
to be silent.
that is what a stone is.
bereft of feeling, bereft of
words.

if you become a tree
you might as well grow.
yet be ready to be cut.

if somehow you want to
stay human,
then be ready for all these
feelings.

you are sad? it is normal.
and if you are happy. why not?

you take the risk, all risks.
enjoy your time. you know where
we end up to.