God And Goodness And Hope..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

I have always wanted to be
what you are,

oh, how i like it to be
where you are now,

and so i follow you,
every step
that you have taken
is a map
of my destination

you are inside that room and
i want to be in there too

but the door is locked, i knock and
no one hears it,
you are deaf and blind

no one opens the door for me
and i begin to
look at the window
they are closed too and i go behind the house
to find the kitchen door
it too, is closed


and i stand there alone
outside, and it rains and there is that sound of
thunder and
lightning is the only one that
gives me the flashes of light
to light my path

i am scared, of course, i am normally scared
by what is happening

and you are there showing your back at me
dining with the rest of your
guests

these successful people
who hold in their hands
fame and fortune
and who can withhold or grant other
people's opportunities

i am abandoned, and you are there inside that room
with all these societal gems

i give up,

i shall find another world of my own,
where opportunities are given for free
no dirty tricks, no influences, plain merit and
fitness, and
skill and competence,

i will work it out
from within, and i challenge myself with these words:

'soon, soon! '

i will be there,

because i am good and God will hand it to me.