The Why In You... Poem by RIC BASTASA

when you get old with no one
to talk to

because everyone is living their own lives
lighting their own dark homes

brewing coffee and indulge in the most trivial arguments
about life

it is proper timing that you begin to scribble
recall, recoil, rebound, reverse, modify

scramble the letters of your past life
and write

your own tapestry in poetry,
and you do not tell them when in the next morning

you are wearing a smile
something that they cannot figure out

why.