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allegory, allusion, death, introspection, life, retirement, words,
So words become; the order of the day
and order of the day becomes
the soldiered meaning of all work and play,
the ever present, beating drums.
Then words become; the lure of the lie
and liars lure every son
with shadows of gold 'til they all but die,
to retire, to be, to be done.
And then, once again; the words become
the order of every day
to sleep, to awake, to be dead and done,
'til all words fly, ever away.
adventure, angst, autumn, business, confusion, dark, dedication, depression, fear, grief, growing up, happiness, happy, hate, health, home, hope, humorous, imagination, inspirational, introspection, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, love, on work and working, pain, parody, people, relationship, retirement, sad, satire, school, social, stress, success, sympathy, time, work,
P aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
retirement, sympathy, visionary,
In getting into a conclusive unit
We may need a saturated balloon
From what we have got is far from accepting
Those who insisted beyond lying pits.
Dear men under siege, from back and forth
who face scratching soil and the scorching sun
Yet have to account for what they have earned.
Who will call who into justice burst forth.
Heaven must have been right reward for them.
But libido instilled in them a love
Of touch, riches, mantle, mansion and fame
Waved their fat claimed hope, achievements... But tough.
No amount of clarion call to guidance
Will stay their world, if they won't be guided.
death, depression, food, life, peace, perspective, retirement,
The stars outshine a pale moonbeam
We try in vain to touch our dream
We live each day
To hope and pray
We shall end it all with ice cream!
age, depression, emotions, grief, loneliness, retirement,
Didn't see it, creeping in door
at first, wasn't bothered much
chill appeared, quite pondered
emptiness, a painless touch.
Daytime now resembles dusk
no birds welcome light of morn
bad news just another thought
feel no joy of baby born.
Eagerly wait hours to pass
what's next, I don't know
windows view, lifeless and grey
Nature's beauty, nor to show.
Never rush, no being late
freedom is what to fear
nothing to solve, no complaints
meaning fades from proud career.
Reminisce of long times past
useless with no one to share
wasted is knowledge of life
cause, Loneliness doesn't care.
appreciation, death, farewell, grave, moving on, remember, retirement,
Please let my essence fumigate
And may my passion fascinate
Under this stone I liberate
Of hopes and dreams to integrate.
My song, my tears, they consecrate
A curse to all that denigrate
My oath tells truth to explicate
For unknown evils procreate.
To God, myself, I immolate
As there’s no ways to mitigate
This hole, I lie, you decorate
My spirit hopes to incarnate.
From the window I watch the furniture van unload:
one more occupant, one more elderly, one more transient.
For most, it will not be a long stay.
Life and Time move quickly here, like fluid weather.
All must learn to ration the bare essentials –
money, friendships, a scarcity of days.
And they wait with hope and prayers
to be one day taken to childhood’s promised destination,
which comes, though mercifully they are spared
seeing the hearse and open grave.
bible, blessing, courage, grief, growing up, holocaust, retirement,
We talk about it often.
Leaving here to find there.
A place we can be together.
A place where things can be…
Raise animals. Raise crops. Raise kids, or grandkids?
Pray in the morning before breakfast.
Put the flag up, first thing.
Work hard in the fields,
and be ready to do it again… tomorrow…
Looking for a way of life,
only dreamed of for the last 30 years…
No more doing what was necessary, by someone else’s clock.
On your own to power through the day.
A new way to live.