Time Runs Too Quickly
i wake up at four
and start dribbling
words like balls
without so much
thinking for i do not
really care what
you say.....
it is 8: 36 in the morning
and i have not seen
the sun yet...
this is life
busy bee, and yet
let me frank,
well, i am happy.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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