Bored Poem by Randy McClave

I go to bed late, but I wake up much later
I read the news and with everyone I have become a debater,
Thoughts enter my mind on what that I should do
But, the answer to that question I have not yet a clue.
I pay someone else to clean my pool and to cut my grass
Some say that I have become nothing more than a lazy ass,
I now constantly in prayer talk to Jesus Christ my Lord
And in prayer I always ask him, why am I so bored.
I have retired from my job, now I have all the time in the world
I make plans and sketches, but they have not yet unfurled,
Some say that I should get a hobby or unto charities devote my time
Instead I think that I want to travel, and find a mountain to climb.
I guess I am just lonely without a girlfriend or a spouse
I don't even want to make my bed, or clean up my messy house,
When I wake up every morning I always think what is next
A simple question to some, but to me very complexed.
Should I go for a walk, or maybe I should enter into a marathon
But, then I think, I just want to sit and keep my pajamas on,
My life before retirement I was always working and sometimes scheming
Now, I just sit in my chair, look out my window and start daydreaming.
Some friends say that I should find another job or just get rehired
But, I don't like that scenario, I am just so sick and depressed and tired,
With the job that I once had I was both excited and intrigued
But, now I do nothing, I am so lonely and disinterested and fatigued.
There are also those days that I feel like I am stuck inside a trap
And the only way that I can escape that feeling is when I take a long nap,
I wished with excitement I could again find an adventure as some
But, as for me currently, all that I see and all that I know is boredom.

Randy L. McClave