Blue on Blue

I’ve ridden rails for over 50 years,
and often disapproved of how they spend
their funds, complain of loss, and cringe at fears
of deficit while eating each stipend.
But now with age and Covid, it appears
the stress is real, while contractors extend
enhancements pre-approved, the way they do.
My exit yesterday was blue on blue.

(Ottava Rima)

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