Analysis of Retirement, and now me…

Which day of the week.
Seldom get it right these days.
Workaday triggers, reminders
Where did they go?
My wife Hilary, a delightful
Fellow traveler. Short hops.
Rising up way before dawn.
Thoughts alive to new
Zones of writing, of poetry.
The words and jabs I love.
The conversations now enjoyed
Online. A Forum or two.
No rush in my travels.
To-do lists calmed down muchly.
Time to observe the Human Race.
To kick in a brief conversation.
Words of hope. Much eye contact.
Smiles of a subdued sort.
The Listening Ear.
Yeah Doug just shut up and listen.
Folks are starved for lack
Of engagement.
Damned COVID.
DOUBLE DAMNED.
First the fear, then the new Good Citizen.
Apart and rude and removed.
Not gonna go there folks.
Besides, I am 72, grey haired and
Full of bumps and grinds.
Six foot four and
Busking harmonicas.
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Now much more audacity in
My approaches or suggestions.
Makes me an AUTHORITY.
Perchance.
An Oracle?
Not bloody likely, but
It’s a thought.