Plague Poem for Day Fifty-Nine by J.K.Durick

What would it be like to retire,
be one of those guys you always
see on their way somewhere –
downtown or the mall, on his way
to meet friends, for coffee perhaps
in the morning, later to his favorite
bar to have a beer with the boys,
his fellow retirees, guys he’s known
for years, to watch a game, or just
joke, tell jokes that only old friends
would get? I wonder what it would
be like to fall into the type, a know-
it-all at times, generous to a fault,
get to all the local games, know so
many people by their first names that
walking down the street seems more
like a parade, waving, nodding, saying
a little something to so many. I wonder,
wonder here in retired isolation, wearing
a mask, counting down days with the TV,
the number of tests, new cases, the dead,
sit here remembering I once had friends,
remembering how I wanted to fit this
cheerful type of retiree, remembering
I once aspired to more than just surviving
a little longer.
J. K. Durick is a retired writing teacher and online writing tutor. His recent poems have appeared in Literary Yard, Vox Poetica, Synchronized Chaos, Madswirl, and in the anthology, Along the Way.

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