Retirement

I don’t work anymore

being old and papery

more fit to be carted

in a wheelbarrow

like a mess of clayish soil

withered legs sticking up akimbo

I got a young person

to creak my wagon round

show me the sights

point out furrows and burrows

he says hey ma’am kindly

interrupting my muse

look see an eagle

bet you haven’t spotted one of them

before

I seen everything before I quaver

can’t show me the new.

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