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Tommy Randell Jan 2018
I will walk to my Brother today it is not far to where he lives
I will take him a loaf of bread so he will know what gives

We will sit on the stairs, have coffee and cinnamon toast
Probably not talking so much but talking about music the most

He will get it, that this is just one of those days
Some anniversary or other that has popped up to get in my way

We may walk Old Maddy down to the sea wall to sniff surf
And then stroll back the long way, slowly so her hips don't hurt

When I get home I'll draw the curtains, light a candle or two
Bake supper for my wife for when her long shift is through

And the thing in my head that's bothering won't be there tomorrow
It is Life you know not marriage needs the old, the new, and the borrowed.
Martin Mikelberg Dec 2017
retirement,
meeting the postman
for the first time
written in 1998, when I retired
Shirley J Davis Nov 2017
I have sat for many hours
Opening my soul to you
Listening with my heart
To your wisdom, wishing you were my mom

Now you are gone
And I am alone again
The pain is still hurting
But I can no longer listen to your voice

I didn’t want you to go
I wanted to be your child
Although I understand
You needed to retire to find a new life

The children inside my mind
Weep for you every day
I sit alone in my room
And allow their despair to wash over me

After all the years
Of telling you my heart
I can no longer reach out to you
And that hurts me to the core of my being

You could die
And I would never know
I could die
And you would not care when or why

I wish I could see
You just one more time
To tell you how I hurt
But I know you would never allow that

You told me once
I would not owe you anything
When we parted company
That I would be free to go my own way

Now that it you’ve gone
I must forward without you
I must remember what you taught me
But my soul is pain and so **** confused

You were the mother
I never had
It is like you’ve died
I’ll never see you or hear your wisdom again

I know I can say
All these things
Because you will not know
I would never impose upon your professionalism

I just wish
Oh God I wish
You were my real mom
Then you wouldn’t be out of reach forever  

I have one more thing
I would like to say
Before I end this poem
I love you Paula, and I miss you very much
Paula was a fantastic therapist. She and I walked the long road to recovery from severe childhood trauma together for 27 years.
When she retired, she left me utterly alone. I survived though, because that's what I do. I miss her, and I wish her luck.
Tommy Randell May 2017
Today I Zagged
When I should have Zigged
I settled for safe
When I should have bigged.

An old man's fancy
I'm glad it's still there
That I will always want to
Leap up from my chair.

But time to be grateful
For the way out when it's offered
Now the Spring is Sprung
And my knees have turned awkward.

I'll settle I think
For the Brandy & Port
And not dwell on what I didn't
But that I did what I ought.

Better not to take risks
A week from retirement
In Work, at Play
As the Flirt-er or the Flirt-ant.

Age has as it's envoi
A phrase or two worth while
Leave the Zig-Zag to the young
Make them smile, if you can,
Make them smile.

Tommy Randell 2017 05 16 00:34 BST
The great and glorious game
has many twists and turns
and Age should not blame Youth
for the lessons it must learn
MARK RIORDAN Apr 2017
FOR WHEN ONE DOOR CLOSES
ANOTHER DOOR WILL OPEN
FOR THE LOVE OF A FATHER
WILL ALWAYS BE UNSPOKEN


SOMETIMES A DECISION IS MADE
THAT CAN ALWAYS BE FORGIVEN
DON'T LET YOUR HEART EVER FALL DOWN
OR GUILT WILL ALWAYS STRICKEN


FORGIVENESS FROM YOURSELF WILL
LET YOUR HEART SOAR LIKE A DOVE
FOR YOUR FATHER WILL FORGIVE YOU
BECAUSE THE DECISION CAME FROM LOVE
A WORK COLLEGE HAS HAD TO MAKE A VERY HARD DECISION. HE HAD TO PUT HIS FATHER IN A RETIREMENT HOME HIS HEART IS HEAVY AND FULL OF GUILT.
MARK RIORDAN Mar 2017
I AM SITTING IN MY CHAIR
IN MY RETIREMENT HOME
WONDERING WHY I ALWAYS
SHOULD BE ALONE  


I CANT REMEMBER WHAT
I USE TO KNOW
NOT EVEN IF I THINK
AND GIVE IT A DAM GOOD GO


MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS
DON'T COME VISIT ANYMORE
WHY DO THEY THINK I
HAVE BECOME A CHORE


ALL I NEED IS SOMETHING
TO PASS THE TIME AWAY
WHILE I AM SITTING IN MY CHAIR
AND MY MIND MAY STRAY


THINKING OF A TIME
OF A YOUNGER MAN
WHO COULD ALWAYS DO
WHAT EVER HE CAN


BUT WHILE I AM SITTING
HERE IN MY CHAIR
I AM THINKING THAT THE
WORLD DOSE NOT CARE


BUT NOW SITTING IN MY CHAIR
I HAVE A FRIEND NAMED MARK
HE IS A BIT OF A CHARACTER
AND A BIT OF A LARK


HE COMES TO VISIT ME
AND WE HAVE A CHAT
WHILE SITTING IN MY CHAIR
WELL HOW ABOUT THAT
I HAVE JUST VOLUNTEERING AT A RETIREMENT HOME IS VERY REWARDING BUT I HAVE FOUND OUT AS YOU GET OLDER TIME IS YOUR ENEMY
Paul R Hensley Dec 2016
Bowl of riches
I have a dream,
I just hope I don't get assassinated,

To get rich,
Beyond my wildest dream,

So I can make my mother retired,
And not have have deal with her screams,

Day and night,
Stressed out,
I shouldn't put up a word fight,
You go through to much,

To support our small family,
Your the one that suffers the most,
So every time you scream,
You just put me in such a mood,

So one day,
When I'm swimming in my bowl of riches,

I can make you retired,
So I don't have to deal with your screams...

-Paul R Hensley |||
Atypnoc Dec 2016
Lai
Something is wrong with my brain
What are we doing?
I think I'm dying
I'm dying
I'm going to die
Am I going to die?
What are we doing?
I'm scared
I don't feel well

-Chu
In memory of Lai.

I work in assisted living, and these are quotes oft repeated by a resident dear to me.
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