A poem for the over 60 ( me )

Boomers chat

chew the fat, over fence

in the street,

Bale up the postie and

Recall

“I worked in the post office

before shopping malls,”

Boomers chat

this and that or weather

dreaming of caravans

and healthy

life spans,

Leisurely life drifting by

over coffee (in large mugs please)

medications all organised

checking the mail

in some way trying to justify

that most persistent chore

getting out of bed

today.

Chris

2025