reach a certain age
(alternative ending for 'when you're ten')
and there's very little I'm prepared to do
I mean there's a lot to be done
more and more in fact
and you should see the to-do list!
there's less and less time
truth be told
but what one's up for is another story
I won't sweep streets
won't do the customer interface
I put my name in a data base
to laugh at every job suggestion
who do these young pups think they're dealing with?
who do they think they are?
I'm insulted, underestimated
don't they know talent?
how else could they sneer so adroitly
(little mock of the desk bound)?
fact is the world has moved on
and further into its twilight zone
this is nothing personal
humiliation awaits us all
you think it's ironic
I'm no longer available
for the graveyard shift?
I aim to please myself that's all
nights, I plan to sleep
there is a point at which, beyond all denials
I have to admit I am retired