A Promise...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

do not worry
my friend
there will be changes

it will not always be
their time

our time will come
our own season of spring


summer time
we shall have it soon

of beaches and sun
and white sands and
foam

of boats and women
and whispers of joys

do not worry my friend
they get old too
they die
and we will be there
for the eulogy

there will be no
disappointment for our
flowers for the dead
and those whom we wished
they all were.