that in retirement, the old
men,
find a routine.
my neighbor has one,
my father,
my uncle.
early to rise then out
the door
to warm up the car
and drive.
the paper,
then coffee, the donut
shop
where they know his name.
the gym
to flirt with the new
girl
and gossip with friends.
they drive
by the shipyards,
the factories,
the office buildings,
they take the long away
around,
maybe through the park,
then back home
again.
almost time for lunch
then a nap
on the couch with the cat,
and the dog
curled at the end.
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