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Retirement

The airplane seats I’ve grown used to

Will soon ground me one last time

The life I couldn’t experience

Will be mine now.

The beige and brown I knew by heart

The green and blue dictating my life

Will just be lost in the sea of colours

I barely knew.

“Goodbye” and “Nice to meet you”

Were so common in my vocabulary.

No longer must I

Mutter those words.

The school apparel and school seals

The ones I used to collect for each new place

Will come to a halt

I won’t need more.

The airport automatic doors shutting

One final time.

A future that was unsure

Is now set in stone.


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