And We Are And Shall Always Be Its Kids. Poem by RIC BASTASA

do not ever think that your
grief is the greatest,

it is not, definitely not,
honestly not,

think of the other griefs of this
world, yours is just the
a grain of sand, on the shore
at the foot of the cliff's grief,
the mountain's sorrow,
the loneliness of space
the tears of these galaxies,
the fall of stars, the explosion of
suns,
the fading of planets,
lost and still unnamed.


come to think of it,
there is no reason for sorrow

the reverse of this world
of grief is
far and wide,

early morning, there is much
sunshine to drink,
and at night, the stars are silent
and much beautiful that
these diversified noise that
sorrow murmurs
to the hearts of men...


a speck of dust, that is,
what grief is,
how the wind easily blows it
away,
how it can easily be forgotten,


drift, float, feel
the breath and pulse of this universe

it is meant to be a dance,
a smile, a happy beat
and we are and shall always be
its kids.