Retirement...
You waltzed through the door
at the end of the day...
Tossed all your lists
and deadlines away...
I got you a coffee
and slices of cake...
Smiled as you sipped
in the afternoon - late...
You grinned for tomorrow
and lazy sleep ins...
Lunches in sunshine
and afternoon spins...
The clock ticked behind us -
the fridge gently purred...
The fish dashed and darted -
joined songs with the birds...
You sank in the sofa -
relaxed in the view...
Turned up the volume
and heard a new tune...
Joy Weare,
29th June, 2011.
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