Hackneyed Poem by RIC BASTASA

if you go deep, shall they go with you?
go deeper, take those who love you,
what if they do not have your gills
and they cannot breathe
with you like a fish?

it is still a family, mom and dad and kids
at the shallow pool, where baby is wading
soft sunlight, strong rocks of bed-floors
green moss beside, ducks walking on the banks,
seagulls on top, clouds drifting in the skies

ah, being hackneyed, or trite,
it is nothing
never shocking
copycatting, ah,

these too have their own noble purpose
for a happier bonding, less the ruse.