so you go on

the scramble for survival is pretty
much over with.

somehow you've
gathered enough to see yourself
to the end.

which is hard to believe at times seeing
where you came from.

the struggle, that particular
struggle has slowed down,
not stopped, but slowed.

it's difficult to imagine life without
structure,
to quit the game and be done.
to be home free

so to speak. to not have a place
to go.

I see the retired souls
wandering around the stores,
or at the parks. throwing bread
to the fat ducks in the lake,

they look shell shocked and weary.
lost,
the spark gone.
their spirit diminished,
like light at the end
of a day.

so you go on, you go on.