Sat deep in chair, in reverie,
Surrounded by daytime T.V.
At last, I feel that I am free,
From all that Boardroom rivalry.
Free from knives, and cold deceit,
That made my colleagues so replete.
I wiggle toes, in slippered feet
And feel my life is now complete.
I'm free to do just as I wish,
Play some golf, or even fish.
Join an 'over fifties' club,
or spend my time down at the pub.
Then my wife walks through the door,
I know I've seen that 'look' before.
She stares at me, with growing frown,
I slowly put the 'paper' down.
"Now you're here, there's things to do,"
"I need a lot of help from you."
"You need to fix the garden fence, "
"You'll do it now, if you have sense."
"And I've got a growing list,"
"Of all the things that you have missed."
"I'll keep you busy, have no fear,"
" Enjoy retirement, my dear!"
A/N Lots of men die within a few years of retirement, I wonder why.......
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Owain Glyn
