Retirement
Infinite gold,
Pours into the window sills of the old.
.
For they are rich and wealthy,
Or so they have been told.
.
Their dreams and desires,
Will be untold.
.
Their time is up; the money is all gone,
Now it’s time to move the starting pawn.
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Posted May 30, 2018, 1:55 AM UTC
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