Dusts.................

i was once a worm
people look at me with anticipation
and then i became a fly
the good people did not swat me
and then i turn into
a donkey
oh, the children had fun
riding on my back
and then i turn into a
horse,
men love me,
and then i turn into
a man,
oh, the demands are too many
i have to read
the codes of humanity
ethics, philosophy
science, logic,
and then i become old
and turn into
a rotten flesh
where all the worms are
having fun eating me
and i remember joy
and freedom
and being not minded at all
deep in the dark
underground

back to worms, i sensed
that i am complete

and then i must turn to dust
and then
i have become
so perfect

in the solitude of my tiny strains
in the peace of
the grave
where we all started and then
must end.....dusts....dusts....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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