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Getting Old
by Chris Sorrenti
Each day
I’m finding it more difficult to get out of bed
I lay there listening to ‘Talk’ radio
Opinions...conversations on the issues of the day
...News...
Thankful I don’t suffer from the woes...problems of others
No flood or hurricane here
Except the metaphorical kind
Not dying of Cancer...at least not yet
Don’t own a car
So the fluctuating price of gas doesn’t affect me
At least not directly
Not to mention maintenance...expensive repairs
I’ll continue lying there
Comfy under the covers
With no right to complain
Until my inactivity becomes unbearable
Forcing me to jump...escape this temporary coffin
And life-long depression
That follows me around the house
Like a forlorn puppy
Coffee helps a lot
One cup...two
Clears my head to finally face
The repeatedness...drudgery of the hours ahead
Makes me wonder how I survived 35 years
Of full-time work
Only so much poetry to write
TV to watch
Walks outdoors
Which all help me to forget the question...
Is today a good day to end it all?
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09/08/2017 Posted on 09/08/2017
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/09/17 at 08:02 PM Well, now you've got me awake. I know there are quite a few who retire and find no purpose or fun or joy. I guess I feel lucky not to be in that group. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/09/17 at 08:03 PM On the other hand, having reread and seeing the depression aspect, something else I have not experienced, I can see how that also would have a great impact on life after retirement. |
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