I'm a man who has never quite looked after himself. I have gaps in me teeth & random good health, But I'm a man at peace with ALL his pieces, The bits that comply AND the bits with caprices.
Although some days getting old IS a bit of a puzzle. Which leg for example is joined to which muscle? Or which arm goes first putting my coat on? And, how only 3 Buttons can be gotten so wrong?
Is it just me or are people talking faster? n'When did me tripping-up become such a disaster? Why are coins so slippery and keys so awkward? Why aren't memories just there and I have to think backwards?
Conversation has gaps while I find the right word. My specs covered in fingerprints make everything blurred. Walking to the Shops finds me sat in the Park Getting my breath back, like some O.A.P. basking Shark.
In the scheme of things not a lot bothers me greatly, But, y'know, something WILL drop off and I haven't looked lately. Yes, when I add it all up, it is a bit of an equation, Still, just one more decent poem is cause for celebration.
Tommy Randell. - 25th March 2021
O.A.P. is British parlance for Old Aged Pensioner. Often used affectionately, often not.
Will we leave You still have that car The sale shall happen Or have I just gone astray Again self judgment has come to me You say let go no more A future shall come for us Let's dance and push in that hernia Explore the world we haven't seen The corners the nooks Icecream in the shade (c)near_lane7
A retired man returns to work: he's tired of his freedom. Watched every show, Read many books, The lone-king of his kingdom.
A life of striving, working, waiting, finally completed. Now finds it empty, finds it wasted, hope has been depleated.
He woke at last before his death, and let out one last sigh. Reflections hurt, Regrets aplenty, Long past time to die.
It's not uncommon for people at my work to return from retirement because they found being retired too boring.
How sad to spend a lifetime hoping to retire and then find it isn't that great. They could have spent their life doing something that mattered more to them, or pursuing better goals. May it be a reminder for us to be careful with our lives.
The man stood in his thick red coat and sore shiny feet, square in the threshold, charged with a ready welcome and ruddy face.
He stood with no name but the one assumed for him and, unbeknown to him, inherited from his predecessor who too stood in a similar red coat and sore shiny feet and with his own style of smile.
He stood until he fell one March morning, in his thick red coat and his sore shiny feet and with a heart that failed to live up to the responsibility that came with the threshold and the coat and the shiny feet and instead chose to take its rest.
The man stood in his thick red coat and sore shiny feet square in the threshold, charged with a duty to smile with an open face, with no name but the one assumed for him and, unbeknown to him, inherited from his predecessor.
And he stood. And he smiled. As charged.
With thoughts of London hotels and the retirement job my father sought.
The one true thing in life is this We are not getting out of here alive Not one single living thing is exempt We, as humans, do not plan for the end game The journey towards this goal should be planned Play, education, work, stress, family, Illness, retirement and lastly, leaving our earthly boundaries Is that so hard? Yes it is....!
Men have had their bodies and souls destroyed by machinery. Hollow cogs and cold-blooded gears grind through the better part of the day. Relentless and unapologetic Feeding on the dreams of a far away beach A cabin upstate or the delusion of retirement. Dreams that slowly slip away as your body deconstructs. This is not a life to envy Why do we endure
we sit in our gray cubicle (or corner office if you prefer) use up days months years even decades of life to reach the dream oh, that elusive dream dangling about in the unknown forever in the future forever out of reach forever a mirage