Uncertain

Boomers on the path to retirement are reading the financial news assiduously, looking for clues as to how we can ensure that we won’t outlive our money. Resorting to poetry may be the best answer:

Villanelle for Uncertain Times

What’s the punch line?
We beg as markets crash
We’re running out of time

Aged parents in decline
Old problems all rehashed
They’re feeding us a line

Events call for stiffened spine
Plus a dose of acting brash
We’re running out of time

A future with no design
All can vanish in a flash
They’re hauling in the line

At least give us a sign
Our 401ks are bleeding cash
We’re running out of time

A fix: pundits can’t define
The certainties are ash
Have we heard the exit line?
We’re running out of time

–MEG

The future?

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