April 17, 2012

The Plan

Now in line
here every morning,
I'm no longer working
for the man.
I can take time
with the morning paper,
hear barking dogs
off in the distance,
know exactly when
to take a stand.
Since I've been replaced
by someone younger,
I carry a vague foreboding,
wondering how
I'll be leaving, trying
just to get along and focus,
see if I can learn
to fill the silence,
speak clearly
without repeating,
sticking to the rules
of the plan.