Retirement America Poems

Construction workers, fishermen,
hands broadened,
reddened cracks in the wintertime,
teachers, office workers,
a standing cashier feels aging
in her legs,
careers extended.
Can it be just a few more years til
they...

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In the tapestry of life, memories weave their threads, and the echoes of past workplaces linger like faint perfume. Seacrest, with its morning shifts and...

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When I entered the City Senior Center
with my Open Mic proposal
to increase resilience
and decrease apartheid dissonance

I could hear no music,
see no dancing.

The quilting room
and the...

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I was born and raised in a little town by the name of Calder
That was just twenty miles south of the Canadian border
As a boy I...

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He was old and haggard, in the year nineteen twenty something
A tall lanky old man, with a worn out hat and a rusty ring
His squint...

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I
At this stage
My retirement age
I speak with JWs
Jehovah's Witnesses
I shut my door
quickly before
Now, I'm emptier - stronger -
I converse with JWs longer

II
Fine people, careful about...

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Courtesy of one or more tradesmen, 
first Monday in September set aside
for employees able, eager, ready 
and willing to acquire money 
to marry groom or...

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I
July will forever be "America's birthday"
I try to recall why each month or holiday
Is special, but did forget, for days now
Nelson Mandela had been born...

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Among the other thugs in his circle
he is considered to be a statesman
Like them he compromise his values
if he has any to get what he...

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Courtesy of one or more tradesmen, 
first Monday in September set aside
for employees able, eager, ready 
and willing to acquire money 
to marry groom or...

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My favorite President is yet to be
  He may well not go down in history
For he'll do what really needs to be done
 ...

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Born-In Virginia on February 22,1732.   
Siblings-The first of six children.             ...

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The same people who are demanding 
I put a suffocating thong over my face
are the same ones who lift sieves from borders
and invite in the...

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I’m an “Other”
By George W. Clever-------10 November 2015

I’m an “other” how about you
Are you an “other” too?
Our Congressman asked for my opinion on his officious...

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Pandemic Friends Afraid
By George W. Clever-----27 August 2020

My pandemic friends are afraid
Perhaps like me, they are old
So vulnerable to die on news are told			COVID patients...

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