it's no longer about money.
most of what I've saved
will be left behind.
how many forks do i need, beds to
sleep in?
cars to drive?
what don't i have that i can't buy,
or even want?
it's no longer about the dough
ray me.
it's something else.
structure, a thing to do, a world
i'm used to.
a business to attend to and to
get things done.
even at this age retirement seems
a long ways away.
i'm on a ship that will never
see port.
which is fine, i believe,
as i set the alarm for six on
Monday.
back at it.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment