David Burt - An Anatomy of Hallucination

Poem


	What Retirement....meant!
	I have wondered about life without work About a life I cannot avoid Now my worst dreams have been realised As and from today, I’m unemployed. Not just redundant, or no longer needed, Not just out of work but burnt out and spent. I’m talking about the BIG one, I’m talking, RETIREMENT.
	So this is how it is going to be, Life without the daily grind, Spurned by a regime of automatons Who are set to rule mankind. But then it is as was expected When technology raised it’s head. There is no place for the old regime Custom and practise are now long dead.
	I can live without the work That was my life for forty years. I can leave my friends and colleagues Who live daily with their fears. I can opt out from the rat race For I am retired, not unemployed! When I say I shall not miss you Please do not get annoyed.
	When the alarm went off this morning A habitual reflex came into play, I arose, I shaved and showered Dressed, to face a brand new day. There was breakfast to eat at my leisure, There was a whole new world outside. There was a dog that needed walking..... A tear formed and I cried.

	What Retirement Meant (Audio)