From the workforce now retired
but otherwise unexpired!
While in earlier years, prior
I had the fleeting notion
of hearing the Heavenly Choir
filling me with emotion:
that toiling away in the bike shop
would prove my life’s blowout puncture
The terminal ‘end of the line’ stop
with no transfer at that juncture
For now my mind keeps inquiring
although more & more misfiring
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the bike shop = my, at the time, place of work