Neckties wrinkled on the closet floor; blue pinstripe covered with dust.
Which jeans to wear today? How do you clean tennis shoes?
Tough executive choices.
Off to the thrift store again. New residents donate; veterans shop.
Black boxes with stale bread in the refrigerator. Frozen soup in the freezer.
More trousers to shorten; Prufrock is my role model.
Making it all last - health, money, capacity
Who were those folks who swore they would visit?
Which battery will burn out today? Alarm clock, hearing aid, I-phone, pacemaker.
Does it really pay to replace them?
Keep the body fit. That’s the key.
Rabbits run, turtles crawl, snails slither
Careful- Don’t fall! Flex, straighten, huff and puff
When do you know you’ve done enough?
Is that tightness in your midsection the yield of last night’s meal at a friend’s? Or is
that damned stent plugged again?
Retirement is not a solitary game, even if you are alone
Learning to trust when you can’t trust yourself.
Others have trod your lonely path. Shared missteps, Fool’s choices, Hollow gains
Foot in it one more time.
Yet, each a new beginning.
What’s past has passed. You can’t retrieve it. Old photos in bankers' boxes
Lines on a Curriculum Vitae that highlight forgotten achievements.
And maybe recent bereavements.
Read a book, take a class, study French; get a pass beyond the soft walls of aged restraint.
Have a date, find a mate It’s not too late to make new friends
Be it a woman or a man, connect at any level you can.
Right or wrong, Play a tune, Sing a song. Find anew where you belong
Omar said “The moving finger writes and having writ moves on nor all your piety
nor wit can cancel half a line”
And Archie opined “Toujours gay, there’s a dance in the old dame yet”
Retirement is not regret. Find the reward and run with it.
At least, move your scooter to flank speed.
Dan Lang, Creekview 206
Life is the only thing from which one can die, so while you are living, give it a try.
It offers a lot if we just open our arms and eyes,
To see beauty in birth, blooming flowers and skies.
If we stop to embrace love, laughter, even tears, Life is an adventure to be lived without fears.
Ruthie Kosh, Wildwood 107