Good Deeds

i will be passing from this world
in a little stopover
this place of mess and Mesmer

for me to get a pass to another world
perfect as they say
sorrow less and infinite
i know what i have to offer

good deeds, and everything from love,
and the faith that must never fade

i am waiting for the next door to open for me
look at me in my silent selfishness
oh, this excitement that i cannot speak
and share
with you

not minding about the series of the pains anymore
setting aside patches of pleasures

thinking about the next train
the final destination

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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