You Want An Answer? Poem by RIC BASTASA

this new shirt which i have never worn
which i have outgrown
which i just kept in my aparador for years
since then,
i let go...
and what did i really let go? and what did i really give up?
since there is no pain in giving it up, then i have never
really given up anything.
it is just one happening where you have done literally nothing
and hence i have no right to say that this world owes me
something.
a little higher now.
this body, i have worn it for 53 years now, it is just kept within my skin,
i am outgrowing it as always, it has no use somehow, and humanity,
and civilization is asking, if i too can let it go?

you want an answer?