"Goodbye to All That" by Steven Deutsch
Goodbye to All That
Yesterday
a poppy
I planted years ago
bloomed cream and crimson.
Stunning in its regal robes
it lorded over the roses—
golden goddesses.
But only for a day.
This garden has given
a million hours of pleasure.
Really, what is there to life?
Dirt and sweat
and muscles that ache
with honest effort.
Moving now
to a small apartment
for the golden years,
I will turn
the keys over
to a young couple
with kids and careers
and no time
for gardens.
I might have sold in winter,
but that would be cowardly.
I sit in my lawn chair
one last evening
and try to explain.
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