The Joy of Aging
You reap what you invested in your offspring.
You watch with awe as they spread their wings.
You have no one to tell you what to do.
Now the foot is in the other shoe.
God willing, you own your own home.
So no worries about any bank loan.
At work, you're at the top of your game.
But can think of retiring all the same.
Although the bones may creek a bit.
You can still boogie if you take a fit.
Leisure time is yours to spend.
As you reunite with your old friends.
Now that you know yourself inside out.
You're at peace with youself and those about.
Even alone, if you don't have a care,
the world's your oyster if you dare.
Gosh, on reflection, we're doing well.
I'm suddenly under old age's spell.
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2016
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