Finding a job
after sixty’s
like finding
that needle
in a haystack
in a field of haystacks.
It’s true, sometimes
we Boomers forget
what's unimportant. Still,
we discover
new things
everyday, like
the missing blue shirt,
where we went looking
for a favorite brown sweater.
After a lifetime
spent looking for
a pot of gold,
we may find it
half-full of
unsigned iou’s.
There are those
who say they’ve
no regrets;
perhaps because
they lacked
great choices.
It’s not so much
that I would not
have changed a thing,
but that things
changed me
without asking.
Beautifully said. So many of us are trying to embrace the now, look ahead and not backwards. You do write beautiful poetry. Perhaps its a calling that got lost along the way.
ReplyDeleteNever underestimate finding "the blue shirt" in place of the "brown sweater." It reconfirms that one is not losing one's mind and it gives hope that just as the old shirt turned up when least expected, a new job may too!
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