At 52
with all my shortcomings
what can i be when i am 52?
will my wife leave me?
will my paramour stick with me even if i have no job anymore?
i am supposed to have a date tonight
with a very young woman at her prime subliminal urge
somewhere in my
favorite motel,
but i am having doubts really
about fate
about my fear when i reach 52 when finally i become
a ruin of myself
betrayed, lost and
alone...
ok, i will try another option.
i will focus myself in school.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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