For Those Who Wish To Die Younger...
to be candid, i do not intend
to grow old with some dead leaves
on that cold pond,
i am not your haiku,
i am the elegy of the middle aged man
who leaves an oral tradition
a poetry to the world
with no trace of any lyric
i already sound like a dirge
dig it.
i do not grow old.
(it is nicer that way,
early to go and
still be wise) .
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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