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Poem [Poem]The Life in Retirement
2015.12.07 03:42
The Life in Retirement
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday ...
And it goes on and on,
And so and so forth.
Saturday comes,
Sunday follows,
So here it goes, the weekend.
Monday used to have a meaning,
So does Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday.
Certainly automatically and deservedly
I used to say TGIF on every Friday.
Saturday used to be a special day every week,
Creating something special for myself and my family.
I used to write an awful lot of poems too.
Sunday used to be a day of serious reflection on my life in general,
A day of going to church and a prayer and soul-searching.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday ...
Thursday, Friday,
Then Saturday
Then Sunday.
My wife asks me which day of the week
Today is. Every so often.
And I usually do not know the answer
So I dutifully look up the calendar and whatever
To get the answer as quickly as possible
So that she doesn't know I didn't know.
So this is how the life in retirement goes.
Without realizing, the seven days of the week
Is just a day of living without any distinctive meaning.
Every day is equally good.
Every day alive is equally good.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday ...
And it goes on and on,
And so and so forth.
Saturday comes,
Sunday follows,
So here it goes, the weekend.
Monday used to have a meaning,
So does Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday.
Certainly automatically and deservedly
I used to say TGIF on every Friday.
Saturday used to be a special day every week,
Creating something special for myself and my family.
I used to write an awful lot of poems too.
Sunday used to be a day of serious reflection on my life in general,
A day of going to church and a prayer and soul-searching.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday ...
Thursday, Friday,
Then Saturday
Then Sunday.
My wife asks me which day of the week
Today is. Every so often.
And I usually do not know the answer
So I dutifully look up the calendar and whatever
To get the answer as quickly as possible
So that she doesn't know I didn't know.
So this is how the life in retirement goes.
Without realizing, the seven days of the week
Is just a day of living without any distinctive meaning.
Every day is equally good.
Every day alive is equally good.
Comment 5
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이한중*65
2015.12.07 07:40
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Every Friday, everyone says to me, " Happy Friday!". Then, I say,"You, too. Have a nice weekend!", Then I add sometimes just before
this guy turn around and go, "Hey, Monday is coming!"
I like these people beause I can tease them.
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이한중*65
2015.12.09 05:47
Retired - Poem by Robert William Service
I used to sing, when I was young,
The joy of idleness;
But now I'm grey I hold my tongue,
For frankly I confess
If I had not some job to do
I would be bored to death;
So I must toil until I'm through
With this asthmatic breath.
Where others slothfully would brood
beg for little chores,
To peel potatoes, chop the wood,
And even scrub the floors.
When slightly useful I can be,
I'm happy as a boy;
Dish-washing is a boon to me,
And brushing boots a joy.
The young folks tell me: "Grandpa, please,
Don't be so manual;
You certainly have earned your ease -
Why don't you rest a spell?"
Say I: I'll have a heap of rest
On my sepulchral shelf;
So now please let me do my best
To justify myself."
For one must strive or one will die,
And work's our dearest friend;
God meant it so, and that is why
I'll toil unto the end.
I thank the Lord I'm full of beans,
So let me heft a hoe,
And I will don my garden jeans
And help the beans to grow. -
이한중*65
2015.12.09 05:50
Retirement - Poem by Anne Bronte
O, let me be alone a while,
No human form is nigh.
And may I sing and muse aloud,
No mortal ear is by.
Away! ye dreams of earthly bliss,
Ye earthly cares begone:
Depart! ye restless wandering thoughts,
And let me be alone!
One hour, my spirit, stretch thy wings,
And quit this joyless sod,
Bask in the sunshine of the sky,
And be alone with God!
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이한중*65
2015.12.09 05:56
! Old Happy Face! - Poem by Marvin Brato Sr
Profession has inspired me
rendering services to the clients
on the check up of their health status
made sure that my analysis were correct
in which the doctors based their diagnosis
days in my whole life have been all work
as it comes to end this retirement day.
Today marks my honorable exit
on reaping what I sow for years
rise to claim the accolade I deserve
nothing more uplifting than retirement
onwards I shall wear an old happy face.
In contrast to the blood bath in today's stock market of energy industry and the retirement fund,
Everything appears gorgeous here in Southern California, sunny and mild weather day after day.
Everybody seems friendly and too busy living to worry about anything.
I get up early this morning before 6 as always and have finished all my routine including a three mile walk.
Then I remind myself today is Monday in case my wife asks me.
Yesterday was Sunday, I said.
What's the difference, I was wondering.
Then I thought I could write something while I was wondering.