I know and realize that all too often I make the remark "Im Retired". Perhaps it is out of fear of the unknown, the realization that live is coming to a close, or, just to "rub it into your face" and/or for whatever reason you might feel. Nevertheless, I am very happy to have made it this far in life, so I thought I would put to words what this time in my life means to me.
Here's a poem I composed for all the other retirees and retiree wanna be's to read. Hope you enjoy!
I Am Retired.
The fallen have gone before me,
the newly risen yet to come.
I await the morning sunshine,
prey, I view a setting sun.
I am retired, but day is not yet done.
Work no longer beckons me,
to drive its hurried lane.
I settle in as a passenger
prey, cruising never to refrain.
I am retired, but the finish I've yet to gain.
Sons and daughters go their way,
inspired, humbled or driven'
For them did I toil and terry,
Prey, they surpass all my livin'.
I am retired, but my life for them would be given.
My love no longer runs to me,
yet, eyes glisten as morning dew.
I ask for one more moment,
Prey, to whisper, I love you.
For your love carries me through.
- Bob Sever
Bob Sever
August 11, 2009
Here's a poem I composed for all the other retirees and retiree wanna be's to read. Hope you enjoy!
I Am Retired.
The fallen have gone before me,
the newly risen yet to come.
I await the morning sunshine,
prey, I view a setting sun.
I am retired, but day is not yet done.
Work no longer beckons me,
to drive its hurried lane.
I settle in as a passenger
prey, cruising never to refrain.
I am retired, but the finish I've yet to gain.
Sons and daughters go their way,
inspired, humbled or driven'
For them did I toil and terry,
Prey, they surpass all my livin'.
I am retired, but my life for them would be given.
My love no longer runs to me,
yet, eyes glisten as morning dew.
I ask for one more moment,
Prey, to whisper, I love you.
For your love carries me through.
- Bob Sever
Bob Sever
August 11, 2009
I love this poem!
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