one gets, not me of course,
but the elderly,
they want
more out of life, they want
to go
live in the Villages
of Florida,
or Margaritaville,
maybe find another love
or two,
a new husband or wife.
they want paradise on
a plate
of grass, golfing and music,
dancing
until morning light.
the pool, the hot tub,
the sauna.
blue skies.
they want the grey out
of their hair,
and to be thin again.
no one wants to grow old,
then die.
they want to make one
last effort
into not going gently into
that good night.
it's no longer the romance
of Breakfast
at Tiffany's, maybe Denny's
will be alright.
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