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Flagging stamina leaves me starry eyed

When plunging headlong into a sea of blue
cocooned courtesy amidst
abed of undulating
fielding nascent stripes
flapping in the wind
while amidst abed analogous
to roseate dawning early light
inconvenient truths
find me comfortably ensconced
all the while earth in the balance,
yet approaching a tipping point
when missiles fly
wreaking havoc upon civilization
and its discontents where Albert Gore
did allude to about a quarter century ago
whereby the madding crowd
distracted courtesy olfactory aromas
issuing forth from culinary cuisines a

I am retired now

I am retired now
And I finally got my shirt
You named all the job
I did
It all paid peanuts
Yes they had told me
It was a decent wage
it was all bull shit
I had to work
19 hours a day
For peanuts
I an happy living
A simple life
With very little money
Also it is hard to stretch
It is good that I have a roof over my head
Also I have land line
And a cell phone
I need it for an emergency
When I died I hope
Somebody will continue to write
some new poems
From where I left off
I would hate
To see it collecting dust on the