The Cloaked Monk’s, http://cloakedmonk.com/, MarchChallenge prompt for the 19th is, “Clean.”
Oddly enough, I didn’t have to think about this one.
CLEANING OUT THE LOCKER
by Mike Patrick
For the last time,
the key fits in the balky lock.
The door rattles as it opens;
for the last time I take stock.
The raincoat and reflective vest
will have to be turned in,
along with the uniform
I’ll never need again.
The briefcase is mostly junk
after the abuse of twenty years.
The young guys always laughed at it,
but now I hold back tears.
I’m glad at least to be rid
of that stupid clip-on tie,
but what about all the friends
who wait to say goodbye.
No one said it’s easy
to retire from what you do,
but leaving from an injury
before my time was due?
The last thing is a coffee cup,
the department’s Christmas gift.
A fitting tribute to hold aloft
as I end my final shift.