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who swears, who cares?
by Charlie Morgani found the Guru of retirement;
he said to step back, "and had i
thought about it," he wondered?
'for 40 years,' i grinned a 'yes.'
he said "inside is the outside
of something, bigger, riper,
more succulent."
my machete-mind is now dulled
from 63 years of constant use.
i's playing with these kids;
their toys are better;
if i'm smiling, is it
because of them, or me?
i'll step out of the sandbox;
pick-up my toys, glove, bat, ball;
leave them alone, the game of life
awaits just for them, anymore. 04/20/2010 Posted on 04/20/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/20/10 at 05:51 PM Charlie- you worked a long time. Retirement does not equate with usefulnesss (or lack of). The kids have great toys- play your heart out! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/20/10 at 06:18 PM Great write Charlie. And everytime I walk through "Toys R-US" I see something they didn't have when I was a kid. Wait a minute maybe I wasn't born a kid, I just popped right out.....
Again Great write. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 04/26/10 at 06:24 PM Reading you, hyper-acuity though the body may be retiring...may the mania be with you chaz :> |
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