That Is Another Story. Poem by RIC BASTASA

there are layers of behavior, such matters which are purely relational, like a shirt for work, a collar for seriousness, a button to a closure, a tie for a finishing touch,

you must learn to discern how is it to just pass the night and then end the conversation because it is already dark and the stars have become more beautiful than the lights of the city streets

people come and people walk away, just that, we have mastered these realities
we mature, they say, we accept flaws, we walk our own talk,
live and relive and die without regret,

when i say hello, i say it, because it is a must, we are here and there is no one else around to hear it
we keep those presumptions, and guard our opinions,
we simply want a work done, after dinner, and then a walk,
if there is a need to touch the heart, by all means do it,
a little perhaps, but to immerse yourself in deep water and be lost or be drowned, oh...

that is another story.