As I Grow Older Poem by RIC BASTASA

As i grow older
I realize that changes arrive
As they please.
There are no summonses
For the senses.
When they come
They come in a caravan, in hordes and hordes and when
Something is wrong
They go wrong
All the way
Anyway in any way.

Oh, they come in bunches
Like friends.
Sometimes, i like to reason out
And convince myself that the best
Way to survive is to hide.
To bury my head.

Oh, it does not help any cause.
I welcome the changes.
I shake each hand that says my name.
I drink with them and dance with
Each of them.
We get drunk and we do not even
Remember the exact hour
When we have fallen asleep.
We have no fixed hour
For waking up.

Each is free to go.
Each is free to come back.

This is life. No one blames anybody
Why he is lonely. The doors are open.
The windows open by themselves
Like prostitutes, the beds.

When someone closes
Like fingers,
The frown shouts like a
Mad woman.

As I grow older
I let things be and I don't really
Mind if anyone disagrees.