The problem with retirement communities
is they resemble ghettos for the old.
The residents exhibit scant diversities,
and even if the food’s okay, what’s told
at table are minutia of infirmities,
adventures shrunk to where the wheelchair rolled,
the ambulance of no return, the eulogies,
prescription lists by which each day’s controlled.

And those abiding independently
in houses or apartments that permit,
are likely of the Boomer company,
engaging in what’s age-appropriate.
Stenosis of the spirit is the skids –
so spend some afternoons around the kids.