Unfinished Business

an unfinished business
a reason to live and shy away from the
courage to die,

at twenty, you ask for a little time
longer, at thirty, you beg, another ten years
you pray, another more,
for an unfinished business

an house that looks like a face
wanting still to have eyes to see
what was not even started

others passed away at ten
and then just the same, even at sixty
all shall be forgotten

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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