Retirement
Teaching
Class
English
Teenagers
Doors slams shut
Bells ring for the last time.
Directions?
Time?
Questions?
Decisions?
Uncertainty?
The term
Retirement
Looms in the shadows
Its face no definition.
Boundaries?
Guidelines?
I hear God's soft small whisper
Brushing past my ear,
It's Ok, we'll figure this out
Together.
Copyright © Janice Hinkeldey | Year Posted 2017
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