At A Certain Point In Your Life

you go around
your room
and then to the kitchen

you look carefully
on each object
that you see

the rexona deodorant,
the knife,
the garlic and the onions
some rice grains
on the sink

you look at them
and they are all messy
you even think
the deodorant's place
is not in the kitchen

there are wrong
placements and you
want them changed
by you
you want something
proper
things in their places

you simply look
at each of them
and they are all alive
talking to you

they know
you do not have the time anymore
and they are so sorry for you
saying
goodbye

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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