Dinner With Bonnie

the innocence is gone
we were trying to capture it once again
like a tiny bird
but we give up
we have learned to accept
the past
the brokenness of the spirit that it
handed

we drink some more of that light beer
and then we begin to lose
what we keep on hiding and thinking

somehow we promise we must keep
on moving on with our lives
no denial
all acceptances of those still closed
windows that we
tomorrow must open

time is short and it shrinks us
but no matter how small we have become
we are still what we were once
yes, the basics of what we are
still undefeated
and indefatigable....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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