This Is All About Remembrances.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i turned 60 last
january
and i just felt that
nothing in me
has changed
a bit

with my dyed black
hair, still thick as
my crown, no one thinks
that i am 60

it is flattering indeed
but i look at myself in
the mirror and
i did not hesitate to
agree

there is one thing though
which i notice when i go back
to my usual poetry

here i am always looking
back, remembering mother,
and dead friends and
my past anger and
doubts
my past sins and my
past loves,

as if i were a car
driving backwards
taking the reverse
and not wanting to
go forward

and i stop for a while
checking, and asking
why?