Aubade in autumn

i read this poem thinking it should have been written by a young man someone who is still looking up at his father someone who lives with his father and not someone who is reminiscing about it from far back, but then i saw this

Everwine, Peter
	Peter Everwine has been a dominant force in American poetry for more than five decades. This volume features a group of new works, as well as selections from four previous collections, which capture the quiet intensity of his calmly dazzling work.

it was kinda a let down i got the author completely wrong
"Listening to my father making the joyful sound on the mirror as he shaves"
i read that hoping it was a kid talking about his recent experiences
i guess it did feel like the writing of an old person reminiscing but it would be interesting to see the same poem written by a teenager