in their
late fifties,
or early sixties at worse.
they took
their gold watch and fat
pensions
with them
and disappeared into the sunsets
of Florida,
but no longer
is that the case.
the clerk
at the grocery store
is seventy,
his hands are
full of liver
spots.
the paper boy is eighty-two,
i see him
throw
the papers towards
the yard
as he drives by in the morning
in his Subaru.
the waitress
is using a walker
to bring us our
food,
she cups her ear
when
we ask what the specials are.
the congressman is asleep
at the meeting,
snoring,
drooling,
as another corrupt
politician is accused.
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