This is not a love poem
Nor is it of hate
This poem is about indifference
About how I can\'t relate
I know because I live it.
No purpose in my life.
I make no more commitments
45 years of working was enough
I know it used to feel good
How interesting everything was
Happy doing the job I had
Feeling alive, feeling a buzz.
Of course I knew everyone dies
But with many years ahead
No end light could I see
When I\'d want to hang my weary head
.
Life does not go by too fast
It passed fine, just right.
But approaching 70 with no passion in my heart
I now can see the light
Without deadlines placed on me
From the outside world of work
Left of to my own devices,
It can always wait.
So here I write about it.
I\'m alive but I\'m not living.
Just staying the course of my old age
So that\'s what I am doing.