Bored: Ejusdem Generis

cups of coffee,
cigarettes, a chain of smoke
women, girls,
hotel lobby,
wine, gambling,
casino, and....
funerals and coffins..

now you are telling me you are bored with all these?

it is this relational thing: love to love
and care to care, a chain of concerns,
a rose without thorns, a candle light,
holding hands while strolling in the park

you will miss all these, because you are not at all willing
to start all over again.
try it. and then tell me if you are still bored.

hold my hands. just hold them. please.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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