Pasteurized
Retirement blues you ask?
nothing of the sordid sort for me.
my life, a twilight zone of new
cause and effect with no outer
limits of things to do---no negative
schisms of a bored being waiting to
cash it in, kick the bucket, roll over.
loneliness? a state of mindless critiques
of forgone measures of no importance-
toddler steps toward ever existing Fun.
ageful wisdoms of calm bearing,
a rediscovered sense of peaceful purpose.
I've paid my past emo debts and made
reasonable restitutions to those wronged.
Now is my place of impermeant residence,
Then was just a house of cards.
Let the party begin.
Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2023
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