by Buck York

 

Standing among friends, I am alone

With no enemies here, I feel pursued,

Pushed, moved aside, left with no support

This familiar place is unfamiliar to me

I have been here for years, but only for months,

Days, hours, no only for moments

Inside I feel happiness, but I am sad

I want to leave this place, but I want to stay,

To continue, to remain, to be a part of

 

I have no future here, but I do have life

I can do nothing more here, but I can do something,

I can do anything, everything, and all things

I am retired!