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Retired. So the dreaded day is here.

The work has stopped and suddenly the time

Is mine, blank, open ended, year on year.

Retired.

Given I have enough for bread and wine,

A roof over my head, friends living near,

I could give in and turn my thoughts to rhyme

Alone; but such a blinkered course I fear

Would seem like mere indulgence, as I line

The empty days with verse that fails to shine.

Retired.

Brian Hick November 2011

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