A filing cabinet
lies empty, case closed,
its keys left on
a dusty floor.
Familiar, mundane chores
are set aside now
to be lost or
await new brooms.
Where are the keys
to my tomorrows?
My new life
has yet to come.
I await my rebirth
as an older citizen,
freedom pass to hand,
as a golden Autumn dawns.
This retirement lark may be
a drawn out waltz
to the grave
but I'm not giving in.
I wink at it
with blurred vision,
and a cheeky smile,
I'm finally free
while I thumb my nose
at old age.
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