It Is Time... Poem by RIC BASTASA

you may remember
those bad times,

falling upon a
manhole with no
one minding,

being humiliated
and you keep mum,

or that moment when
you are accused of
a crime which you
did not commit,

that time when you
walk headless on those
city streets,

you bury them, you grow
up, ignoring and making
yourself stronger, and
then you become rich and
famous,

and they all come to
you for help, some of
them are dead without
your knowing and those
who are still alive
come to you for succor,

and you did what is
right, that which made
you stronger,

ignore them, coz what
they did to you cannot
be forgotten....

whisper to yourself,
it is time....