The Retirement Rainbow

The Retirement Rainbow


I’ve always thought about this day,
the pot of gold at rainbow’s end.
There, after all of life’s hard rain,
I’d find what rainbow hues portend.

I’ve worked a lifetime for this day.
I reckon that I’m past my prime.
But one thing I didn’t plan for
is such an abundance of time!

“What time is it?” is seldom heard;
we no longer live by our watches.
“What day is it?” is fading fast.
It’ll soon be a stick with some notches.

I don’t have to shave every day.
I just wait ‘til my wife tells me “Ouch!”
We still enjoy our boudoir time
but we spend a lot more on the couch.

Leaving early and getting home late,
we’re no longer part of that group.
Our morning commute is a walk in park
so the dogs can sniff, pee, and poop.

I always thought someday I’d write.
Before, I could only dabble.
Now when I write my “memoirs” down,
it’s worth eleven points in Scrabble.

The kids are gone, the grandkids don’t stay.
The spare room is mine now, I posit.
I open the door and what do I find?
My wife has a new walk-in closet!

The rainbow’s end’s not what I thought
though, this wasn’t meant to show fault.
While there’s some truth in my words,
take each with a grain of salt.


Notes

An entry for September round of "SENIOR CENTER FORUM" 
Prompt: Must use the word “rainbows.”

posit ~ assume as a fact or principle

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