The Cord
The irony of aging is
You’ve worked your whole life toward
Retirement or working less
And maybe you have scored
A little nest egg, waiting,
Like a “You’ve done well” reward,
So there might be some treasures
That right now you can afford.
Yet some, like me, have also reached
The point where I am bored
By wandering through stores, which I,
At one time, just adored.
The kicker is that I could use
Some savings I have stored
To treat myself, but nothing tempts;
I guess I’ve cut the cord.
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