So You Don't Like The Sour Man?

so, here you are again, feeling sorry for the sour man
the one who does not know how to stretch his face
to make a smile
the one consumed by the ghosts of his own worries
that never came
the one who stays in the nook
afraid,
you do not like this sour man
scared, not easy to handle, expensive
to the pocket
you do not find him
a good company to your sports
laughter
and happy-go-lucky
merry, merry, merry,
round and round
telling people hey life is short why not just enjoy every minute of it
savor the moments
lick every sweet dropp of life like honey to your finger

finger licking good
till the last dropp till the supply lasts
take today, today, today, why worry about tomorrow

oh, you do not like the sour man
and you are angry at him

well, it is sad, the sour man has conquered you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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