The Luxury Of A Certain Privacy....

it makes life better
the word is livable, sort of
hey i am just around but
you must not know about me a lot,
i am just mr. private,
that nobody that you meet on
the faceless street
that somebody that you look for
a while
but not fit to be with,
things are better if one knows
what momentary is,
a shadow that disappears
because everything is dark
because the season fades
into a twilight,
cold and indifferent
because there is no need really
to know what happens next
where and
why.

because as i once said it
it is none of one's business
because it is unethical to ask
every detail
because as one aptly says it
this is my life and
i am not interested in yours.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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