If you look at the word retirement and pull out T...I...M..E...TIME
Your left with two words that unexpectedly create a whole new paradigm.
Retirement means we’re done working, no more daily upward climb.
We actually get to slow down and in effect...we re-rent time.
Time we didn’t have before because there was so much else to do
Now slows down before us and allows us to enjoy the view.
Time which used to move so fast it was hard for us to see
Now floats by ever slowly and has become a luxury.
Yesterday Deborah and I took an early walk as the evening darkness ebbed.
We stopped to watch a little spider in the construction of his web.
He worked so fast and furiously until his web was through
And we left him with his finished product glistening in the morning dew.
We found ourselves stopping many times under many different trees
Because each one had a solitary beauty and unique symmetry.
We stopped at a bald eagle’s nest to give them our regards
And spotted the mother eagle up above it standing guard.
Suddenly the father swooped in with his talons full of food
And we watched as mother and father fed their hungry little brood.
It’s often the simple things along the way that make us stop and smile
And we realize it’s those little things that help make life worthwhile
All the more reason to love retirement for everyday I can find a rhyme
In the little things Deborah and I do while we’re out there...re-renting time.
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