Papa's Bike Poem by RIC BASTASA

time changes everything
people and places
and we are not exempted

when we go to a place
every nook had become strange
and people there
do not recognize us anymore

what remains is the nostalgia
the search for that old home
the old songs of some birds
the scents of old flowers and
that antiquated salty breeze

and not finding them there
anymore we move back and trace
our selves back to that new home
the city with its new lights
the sounds of new cars the laughter
of more exciting people
in the park, in the bar, in the beach.

we learn new lessons here
remembering papa's bike and what he said
one must continue pedaling
keep the balance and continue moving.