IN OLD AGE/ A SUDDEN AFTERNOON HAPPINESS
In old age
A sudden afternoon happiness
No one needs me to be anywhere-
There is nothing to be guilty about
For not doing anything.
In old age
I can pretend to be retired
To have done
What I can do
To rest and enjoy.
Yet as I write this down
I feel without writing it
The whole of this day
Wasted.
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