You Do Not Own It It Is Not Yours Keep Going Hand It Back To The Giver That Owns It. Poem by RIC BASTASA

You Do Not Own It It Is Not Yours Keep Going Hand It Back To The Giver That Owns It.



get over with
that is what mother says
when i am down

father used to hide
knives
and keeps another key
to my room

till now
i weep for mother
i pity father
who had underestimated
my tolerance for
failure

failures are simply
successes delayed
human personalities
as always
remain mysterious
and unpredictable

those that survive know
much better
those that remain in the
old house
die their early deaths

if life can be lonelier
it can become stronger
if life is not taken
it can be more

you do not own it
it is not yours
keep going hand it back
to the giver that
owns it.

Friday, May 19, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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