To A Classmate Of Mine Who Thinks She Is A Failure
i must admit that when
i see the picture of your two kids
you beside your husband
on a hug
i feel something empty inside myself
despite what
with myself posing beside my
new villa and
flashy car (the recent model)
i feel just like you
this inability to appreciate what lies
in our hands
these eyes that do not see
what we have become
always lesser than 'them'
we have been fruitless
above the trees.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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