Time to be with myself, this self, this self, this self

I put my hands in the side pocket of my pants
Tuck my polo, gel my hair, smooth and stiff
Put on my shoes, my wristwatch is tight,
Zip my skin to keep both bones and flesh
Follow the narrow path and walk
Without looking back
It is now this time
For myself
To
Where?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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