Reflections on Retiring (Poems)

The season of my life has changed,

I no longer go to work,

I do not have a timetable,

No administrative problems lurk.

It is a very strange thing,

Not to go to school,

Six decades I have been there

Mostly it was cool.

What on earth am I to do,

Some gardening or woodturning?

Or something quite new?

I could now be learning

I myself could go and visit

Grandchildren and do some volunteering

Go out to lunch with my wife

Or on a holiday disappearing.

In time I will adapt

Days and months will fly away

I will be wondering why

There is no time in a day!

Friday, 23 August 2019

Neil P. Schiller