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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