Just Passing By.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

at first
you were born
with all the
beginnings of
the innocent one

you believe that
everything is a friend
everyone is affection

you wake up
seeing the truth of
all these
banalities
cruelties
stealth

you change a bit
now cautious
take years to learn
what is real

at the height of
all these
in the mellowness of
you age

you accept everything
saying yes, yes, yes,

and concludes: it does not matter
i am just passing by.