and sell the house.
they quit the fast lane.
take their money
and head
south
where the tax man is kinder.
where
the sun is warmer,
where the ending
will be easier,
life will be less of a pain.
no snow
to shovel
no yard to mow.
no traffic to get stuck in
with no place to go.
it's sunshine
and oranges. it's sand
and surf.
it's a metal detector for
him
a book club for her,
it's where the old folks
go
to live
before they're under
the dirt.
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