Retired Poem by Paul Butters

Retired



Ease your way into the day.
Being Mindful is the way they say.
Focus on Now, we don't have long.
Meditate or sing a song.
For ten long years it's been pipe and slippers (without the pipe) ,
And Ages have passed since we were nippers.

Slowly we all fade away,
For time cannot be held at bay.
I wonder what it's all about,
There has to be another way out.
We die like flowers according to science,
There is no alternative to our compliance.
We may or may not be ruled by God,
But so long as I live I don't give a sod.

Easy days and a set routine.
Do my best to keep my house clean.
Nice pub lunches four days per week,
A peaceful living is all I seek.
You may say I'm set in my ways,
But I'm contented in my twilight days.

Saturday, September 24, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: retirement
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Henry Josh 24 September 2016

You are along the road that we all travel but only if we are very lucky.

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Paul Butters 25 September 2016

I count my blessings, Henry.

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Paul Butters

Paul Butters

Leeds, West Yorkshire.
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