not attend anything
that requires a name tag
be put on my shirt.
don't ask me to stand up
and review my
life going backwards
to birth.
let me sit quietly and figure
out if this is worth
the effort.
is there any fun in this
for me.
what do i get out of it,
besides,
killing an hour or two
with a bunch of old people
pushing seventy.
i'm not ready for shuffle
board,
or pickleball,
or gin rummy until
someone says, i have to go
now, it's my knee.
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