The Usual Afternoon
we sit facing an old garden
we have tea and some chocolate cakes
we have the usual talk
some jokes and some mindings
of some neighbors
their quarrrels and their conciliations
we notice some changes now
the flowers are wilting and the air
is hot and humid
the dog is sleepy and the car is rusty
we keep on talking and talking
as the world keeps narrower
as the skies get greyer and greyer
it must be the way we chase time
how we were left out
how we wanted to be with it
and love every minute
we keep on joking and joking
yet our eyes are ripening with some
drops of tears and our hands
cannot hide the trembles
there will be a time to admit defeat
loss of faith loss of love loss of life
it will come and we will all be silent
as silent as the air is hot and humid
by that time we will no longer be afraid
we shall have decided already
the exact spot of our resting place
soft grasses and a dark cold night
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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