a neighbor named tony <br />is a Filipino and he just arrived yesterday <br />from the U S of A <br /> <br />we're happy to have him back <br />so the neighborhood can have his music and art back <br />(for he is a musician and a <br />visual artist <br />sculpture and painting <br />his skill <br />beside his expertise <br />in flowers and <br />gardening) <br /> <br />he says he is coming for good <br />in the US of A <br />he lost his work <br />and his Jewish master <br />has finally let him go <br />due to recession <br /> <br />he brings no money <br />and he meets no honey <br /> <br />his wife left him and took <br />all his children <br /> <br />at night he drinks himself <br />almost to death <br />he takes rock <br />and rocks himself all night <br /> <br />we have no way stopping him <br />we understand <br />what sorrow is <br />what life is <br />we wait how tony shall explain <br />his own death <br /> <br />we wish somehow <br />that he recovers <br />and then we may never <br />have any peace <br />in the Philippines.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-neighbor-named-tony-somewhere-in-the-philippines/
