No trouble working hard,
done that all his life;
but how to play
well, let's just say
THAT's a can-o'-worms.
It's now his time, his turn.
Retired, life has him in a spin
how to stay busy, when
there's no demands on him.
All the freedom he dreamed about
not such a big deal he's found out,
when there's nothing to manage
to work or control; without the job
nothing to force him out the door.
It's a completely different thing
creating life anew,
when all you have to think about
is your own life and you.
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