Ponder

there is something about you that i detest
what i clean you make
dirty all over again
what i do not like you keep
doing
what i want to be kept
you take it and display
on the neighborhood for all of them
to see
you oppose me
my love is hate for you
my life is death to you
this time i like it
how is wish that you must go
away
and if this be your philosophy
then i must
stay, i must love, i must sing
i must keep
what life is
till the end.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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