Time To Retire

I suddenly found myself unemployed, after the place I worked for hit the skid. Didn’t think it should be hard to find work, having the experience that I did. I gathered my resume and papers, applied to every corporate job in town. I managed to snag a few interviews, but each one had the nerve to turn me down. I swear every HR person I met, just graduated from college last year. They were pecking at gadgets with both hands, and they had plugs coming out of each ear. Like robots on automatic they asked, me a few questions and I answered back. Never bothering to look me in the eyes, they put my paperwork under the stack. They’d already made up their minds you see, the minute that I walked in through the door. They had decided by a glance my way, I’m not the person they were looking for. I am a fat man over sixty-two, I do not have a bachelor’s degree. So in their eyes it was an easy score, already strike one, strike two and strike three. For I understand the language they use, from forty-six years on the other side. That a sway back horse isn’t worth saddling, If there’s no way it’s ever going to ride. We have several people to interview, means no way in hell that you are the one. We’ll call you when we make a decision, is get your ass out because we are done. I thought about maybe flipping burgers, but it seems I’m too old for Micky-D. I just as well retire and have something, and really try like hell to stay healthy. Because I can’t afford the insurance, and pay the groceries and utilities. If you see me begging on the corner, toss me a dollar or two if you please.