i can always go back <br />and retake what belong to me. <br />On the other hand <br />what is it? some lousy papers, <br />some molds of memories <br />i suppose those other things <br />that i want to bring back <br />are all but dead, <br />carcasses of some cheap <br />marsupials, <br />pouches that contain nothing <br />but foul <br />flesh, <br /> <br />and so i have decided to go with you <br />on this flight <br />of all the lighter things in my life <br />those that i have forgiven <br />those that <br />i look forward to <br />a sunlight, a bird song, <br />a reflection of a beautiful soul <br />a tranquil lake <br />a burst of joy<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/those-that-must-make-us-all-alive-and-well/
