A Poem For Youth.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i am really
54, that is my age,
you would not believe
me for as you said it
i look too young
for my age,

do i have to tell
you
with all honesty that
i dye my hair
into natural black
and i bought
an expensive Kiel
for my
skin to evade the
fate of
wrinkles?

well you say
you had it too but
simply age
inevitably crept
through its
wrinkled hands
eventually choking
youth away
from you

but this i must
tell you finally
youth is not
chronological
it is a state of
your mind
it is the way you
reminisce
and believe
about a happy place
that land
called paradise
that hope that
always glistens
for as long
as this sun in our
life
shines.