Ramblings On A Sunday Morning

the white poodle keeps wagging
its tail
looking for my preferential attention

the motorcycles on the road
are noisy again

some children keep on tapping
their feet
imitating the dance of the
penguins

on the other hand the old woman
slowly ekes his tired feet
on the way to the church

the church bell keeps on its clanging
saying today is Sunday

i got no weekend
on a crisis of the pages of the books

some poems to justify
my contempt for rites and rituals and boring sermons

do not judge the cover of the book
until you dropp dead on the floor

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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