Those Younger Years.....
those years
when we were young
we take no malice
naked bathing in the river
we bask our bodies
open to the sun
we feel the flatness of
the rock bed in our backs
when mother called
we have the unison of silence
we rush dressing up
leaving our underwears
we did not like school then
inferior as it was to the wind and the sea
to the cliffs and fog
to mountain peaks and waterfalls
we are all misshapen
into the cruelty of the literal
we are the stuffed toys of
this working world
the marionettes
of skyscrapers
when we meet again for the reunion
we will not mentions how we have become aliens to ourselves
so ashamed that we begin to drown ourselves
inside a glass of champagne and whiskey and
shallow and silly and superficial
conversations.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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