WinterA Poem by mediocrepoetYou got a gold watch For the 53 years you
worked. Typing and hunched
back, 9 - 5, Monday to Friday Some Saturdays too. Clapping and cheering, You get a cake A closed door A reclining chair. Your TV crackled as you crack open
your beer Drink to 5 decades
gone. Freedom and Peace and Quiet. You’d sleep till noon
if you didn’t need to piss at 6am. The laugh track
breaks the silence. Too bad you won’t Learn how the sitcom
ended. Did Shirley marry
Tom? Barry write his book? Sam love her baby? Your empty house Holds no answer And you won’t learn: Too F*****g Dead for that. © 2017 mediocrepoetAuthor's Note
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