How Time Betrayed Me
the young dad fetches her daughter in school uniform
early morning
using his bike and they pass by the house as i sit by my window
and i realized how time passed
how time has betrayed me and how by all complacency did not complain
i do not notice how time flowed like a bullet train just in front of me
but i have no regrets
i am too preoccupied about mapping my way out without causing any
trouble
not a ripple to the pond when the water grasshopper lands.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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