Always Always A Poem

NOW
i know how is it
that i do not have
blank walls

why i do not
have walls
at all

why i cannot
be silent
or be silenced

i let people in
let them speak
and i listen

any man
has always a story to
tell

any
woman
any child

an old man
dying

an earth
molested
the sea
corrupted
the moon upon
its dim light
those distant
stars

always always
are poems

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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