Wasted Life? Poem by RIC BASTASA

it's home
school home
then home
office
home
office

no other places
to go
no other places dared

some white sandy beaches
for sometime
a trek on a steep mountain
sometimes

visiting old folks
no questions asked
but only feeling also their
sense of
loneliness

or lostness in this vast
field of humanity

poetry
walk in the morning
poetry
noontime breaks
siesta

dinner with wife
and sleep

dawn breaks
stunning thoughts
arresting the self
on what next to do

home
home
home

a boring life maybe
but i think
it is not wasted.