Depressed
is his retirement
Disconsolate
her retreat,
One wonders why-
Since success it thrived
Beneath their fruited feet.

But suicide-
they both decide-
would be the best for them,
Though young-
Eternal nescience
Without the flim or flam.

But one wonders why
They volunteer to
die
Minus sage and withered
gumption,
The old-
Oh, yes
one can understand-
For they have not
the option.

This poem was written/submitted by Bryan Taplits.

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