someplace warm

i'm retiring next
year your neighbor tells
you one day as
you both are gathering
mail
from the mail box
out front.
i'm going somewhere
warm and pleasant
where I can fish all
day or do nothing if
i so choose.
his eyes look far away
as he speaks,
they glaze over with
the thought of
doing nothing.
somewhere warm he repeats
smiling. I want
to do nothing all
day he says. nothing.
he looks at you
and you see the sadness
in his eyes,
having wasted so much
of his life with work
and little else.