On To Another Gate...

the limits are found within the boundaries of the
four-sided picture

beyond that no more, your conscience says
Foul!

there are edges of our tolerance
the threshold, the hope and beyond hope
is what?

you always end up something with a sigh and a saying
that there will be no regrets

you go back to daily living
another poem, another day, another sunset

then what? you ask yourself,
there is only this compliance of being here
there is nothing to conclude that everything else had been exemplary

this gate and then another.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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