it's home <br />school home <br />then home <br />office <br />home <br />office <br /> <br />no other places <br />to go <br />no other places dared <br /> <br />some white sandy beaches <br />for sometime <br />a trek on a steep mountain <br />sometimes <br /> <br />visiting old folks <br />no questions asked <br />but only feeling also their <br />sense of <br />loneliness <br /> <br />or lostness in this vast <br />field of humanity <br /> <br />poetry <br />walk in the morning <br />poetry <br />noontime breaks <br />siesta <br /> <br />dinner with wife <br />and sleep <br /> <br />dawn breaks <br />stunning thoughts <br />arresting the self <br />on what next to do <br /> <br />home <br />home <br />home <br /> <br />a boring life maybe <br />but i think <br />it is not wasted.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wasted-life-4/
