The Swift Wings Of Time

haven't you learned
your lesson? you call a friend
he is busy attending to a new born child

you call a cousin
he is getting married and busy preparing for
his wedding

the last one you call
had already gone to the U.S.
on a care giving job

a niece has just flown to
Canada
bringing with her
a family of her own
now

you accept it as a fact again
you are on your own trail again
left out by the swift wings of
time
wondering if
you have something to hold on
and
survive...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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