Poetry: THEM TOO

A park bench their
mutual confessional
two women of that
certain age
break bread and
break down
the dearth of
suitable men
over chicken patties and
pineapple juice
they dish on
the ne'er do wells
tight wads and
deadbeats and
dead
Dicks they  have endured and
oddly enough
the solace they take in
their sons
youngsters whom they
are unwittingly
training to take up
the mantle
they deplore
and despise
they have spurned
commitment
for convenience
and the
relative comforts of
dual residency
bemoaning
mankind's newfound
longevity
that denies them
a quick ticket
to the slow dissolution
of retirement