Retirement?
Hour by hour I sit and muse
in what way my brain to use.
Shall I write or shall I read
for such effort is there need
I think on this and think on that,
some thoughts come easily as pat,
others cause my brain to shun
from anything that isn’t fun.
Retirement. A perpetual rest?
I’ve never known a harder test!
I’ve never been inclined to shirk,
but doing nothing’s such hard work.
I’m sure it’s true, some OAPs
know how it’s best to enjoy ease.
I wish that I was one of those
able to sit, relax and doze.
This poem was written/submitted by Kate Beamish.
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