Retirement (Day One)
As evening calls to silence
Routine tasks of violent
Chase-for-more chore
I disembark from irritant murmurs
Compliance locked beyond times door
The click of spark starts the burner
Stoking this stogie to heartwarming smolder
For all of the smaller things in life
That I hadn’t taken the time to adore
No more choke of resignation
Melancholy celebration
Sweet release for an ancient martyr’s
Desperate hold on a worn-out art form
I sit and puff concerns into smoke rings
Bragging about the things I made
Laughing about the things I broke
Knowing wholly
Neither to me
Ever really mattered as much
As the smokey colloquial poetry I wrote
Invoking my parochial touch
On lust for presumptuous contempt of peers
Still posing for glamorous portrait of lies
As if they were frozen in life
Drawing my nostalgic eyes
Through turbulent times of weathered years
And morbid fears of death by success
Shamelessly waiting for better days
When darkness sets our minds to rest
Open the morning window
Never a fresher breath
Up all night without any pressure
Committed to nothing
Bereft of regrets
Satisfied
Yes….. I guess
I will accept this consequence
Of entering retirement
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