Safe

you are safe
with your built-in principles
gauges of the sages
in all ages

that when something or someone
a cure-all
or a please-all
or an offer of the whole world
right in the opening palms of his hands

you always tell me

'oh my, this is something too good to be true'

and you say no
and you are safe and at the end i am amazed

you have always been right.
out you go, now in the far away land, contented, looking at all of us

we feel we are all fools
and he is there smiling as the great wise man
his feet rooted to the realities of the earth
his hands stretching to the possibilities of heaven

and i think, he is correct,
and i admit, i still need to learn a lot of things from him.

a friend who tells me who am i really.
no holds bar.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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