Mr. Ahern's Early Retirement

Time sped up toward the end.
She drew a knife and stabbed
His heart. She would not see
Him anymore, but he'd see
Her. How could he not,
Their offices across the hall?
The consternation; word got
Out that he would be
Retiring, like that, and leaving
In a week, to idle, not in his
Own house, but by the sea
In Mexico. The party came.
All wished him well, and then
He brought himself down here,
A pallid yanqui seated in a chair
And sweating on a beach.
The waves roll in. The sun
Will set, but not before it's seemed
That time has slowed so much
It's almost stopped. His colleagues
At the party, filled with envy,
Told him, “You have lots of
Life ahead.” He held his
Tongue (and bleeding heart)
And didn't say he hoped
That they were wrong.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-11-06 at 22:19

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