i look at my gold watch
that the company gave me for my retirement.
i put it to my
ear.
it ticks loudly. it's a fine watch.
i earned it after thirty years
at this desk,
shuffling papers, watching the seasons
change out the window.
there is grey in my hair,
marriages have come and gone.
the children are grown.
the boxes are full of pictures, proving
how wonderful my
life has been.
and now this watch strapped to my wrist.
it's not quite over, this life,
the clock is ticking, but its nearly
at the end.
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