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nightmares of retirement
by Charlie Morganwaking up, i rub my history from my eyes;
squinch my forehead like an eight day clock,
reaching for next week, bending its pendulum.
started lecturing to my couch and t.v.
being set for the day i went to the mail box;
i had a three year old take-home test returned.
a C student was waiting for her final grade report.
that was my yesterday life; the one i abandoned.
i waited; i was retired so i stood and followed
the parade, got in line behind the elephants;
they handed me a shovel, yelling 'get to work, mate!
i longed to be let loose from this nightmare. 04/26/2011 Posted on 04/27/2011
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 04/27/11 at 03:49 AM This hits home. My mother recently retired for health reasons, and she hates it. Excellent descriptive poem. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 04/27/11 at 05:45 PM my deepest, darkest fear, Charlie, is to wind up behind the elephants,as described so well in this poem. Amen, brother! |
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