Retirement (Ballade) Poem by David Wood
Retirement (Ballade)
The final day done and now my Liberty Bell
No more work retirement is now for me
Others come to shake my hand to say farewell
Oh now work has just become history
I can now put my feet up and watch TV
No more listening to what the boss has to say
I can walk in the park just let life be
Is this retirement now one long holiday
My first day I achieved so much I did do well
I walked the dog for an hour for all to see
We walked in the wood where I tripped and fell
Then went to a café for a cup of tea
Drove home again behind a slow old taxi
I then watched the sunset at the end of the day
To see the moon rise over our old cherry tree
Is this retirement now one long holiday
I’ve been retired now a year you can tell
I thought in retirement I’d be happy and free
Sitting in the park I often gaze and dwell
Of times when I worked I was so happy
With a secretary so young and carefree
Now I feel like an old brewers dray
Sipping coffee at the café and eating brie
Is this retirement now one long holiday
Retirement is fine for some I think you’d agree
But I miss my colleagues that’s all I can say
With days that are long the dog my company
This retirement is no long holiday
The Structure of a Ballade:
A Ballade poem should have three stanzas and an envoi
The rhyming pattern for the stanzas is: ababbcbC
And the rhyming pattern for the envoi is: bcbC
The capital letter is the refrain
The joy of retirement wears off just ten months after someone quits work, a recent study found. Days free from the stress of commuting, pressure of work and having to answer to a boss start to become boring in less than a year. Instead, new pensioners face endless daytime television, the likelihood of putting on weight because they have stopped being active, and the prospect of continual bickering at home as they find themselves spending more time than ever before with wives or husbands.
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5/9/2024 3:44:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Retirement is a moment of celebration but the spirit soon dies away in the wake of a big void that it brings in the life of a man or a woman. It needs re-calibration of one's time vis-a-vis his energy and his social commitments and demands. Thanks. Now I feel like an old brewers dray .....This retirement is no long holiday