There will come a day to leave the temple
of work behind,
stand outside and say
adieu,
to the god
that rules within
blessing the faithful
with identity and purpose
however real, apparent,
or perhaps,
surreal.
If you don’t,
there will still come a day
they will carry you out
on their shoulders
directly to the pyre
so you can return
the atoms you borrowed
back to the universe.
Between the two
- to retire or not to retire -
It is hard to pick
one over the other,
but so easy to dawdle,
and feel blue.
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