Early Retirement

Your last day here, thirty years
On the road to something else,
The bounty of a hedging reward
Laid out like some glittering promise
Of ultimate fulfillment:
"I didn't want to retire now,
The bastards are forcing me to, "
But now you shake hands with colleagues
As people left to work regard you, enviously
Eyeing their own vistas of enjoyment,
In a far-off future.

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This rings true; many people will find themselves forced to retire without the nest egg, looking at the sands of time and wondering how they are suddenly standing at the precipice of the end of their usefulness in the corporate world or halls of academia. The sad thing is that there will be nothing to do about it but acquiesce, especially in a right to work state in which one can be released from employment at any time with or without cause. Such policies allow for age discrimination or any other type of discrimination because the employers do not have to explain themselves. Another fine poem, Mr. Deutscher! Sincerely, William Jackson.