Upon Receiving The Wedding Invitation Poem by RIC BASTASA

i once told her
marrying the one you love is not just a matter of luck. she has to accept
it is not always beauty that wins
the updated ones get the best news in town
and those who have taken the first move
gets the prize.She is getting older, and not as beautiful as the rest who already
married and sired their man with many children.

the early bird gets the worm.
the beautiful woman loses to the flirt and the daring.
it is not just the wisdom, it is also the scheme of things
the way she arranges her hair, puts her best foot forward, lying sometimes about
age and experience,
or whatever, she must know better than i who was also caught in this web
of deception
where love suffers, where a woman sometimes has to take a man
because it is getting darker
not the kiss but the child,
that which time secures her the days of her wrath
the time of her
sunset,

when the flowers finally wilt because the roots
have never spread their tips farther

now he has to lose because she stoops for no reason at all
but to conquer