He Used To Speak Before The Pulpit

he used to speak before the pulpit using his
robe from Rome and people listened and then
he changed,
time changed him like a season
changing the colors of the leaves
trees adding more rings
snakes molting
men shedding off old skins and growing more hairs
change is the law of everything and everybody
he used to but soon he didn't like it
people do not really mind
they come back to habits that do not die
to sins like sweet chocolates
they begin to love every guilt
they do not believe the penalties handed from the skies
they just live and love and go where the merry makings are

he sees them counting their moneys
the only one that talks now

now he talks to himself and leaves and starts to travel
the long and winding road
away from them all

since then he has waived his right to speak
because it arrives at nothing just the same

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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