Saturday, September 22, 2018

Poem Away cinq trois decala


Retirees/Empty Nesters

Empty nesters now, we didn’t think we’d get so old so soon.
We thought we’d still have zip and zing, travel far, shoot for the moon.
I make my to-do lists, we go to therapies and doctors.
After lunch, we feel like calling it a day and have our snores.
It’s so easy to get distracted by Facebook and Youtube.
It took me over a week to get my car to Jiffy Lube.
And my house still looks like it had been gone through by a haboob.
So I wonder if to having fun, we have become immune.
I dream of adventures and opportunities’ golden doors,
while hubby’s idea of excitement is a Rubik’s Cube.

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