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So Words Become

So words become; the order of the day
and order of the day becomes
the soldiered meaning of all work and play,
the ever present, beating drums.

Then words become; the lure of the lie
and liars lure every son
with shadows of gold 'til they all but die,
to retire, to be, to be done.

And then, once again; the words become
the order of every day
to sleep, to awake, to be dead and done,
'til all words fly, ever away.

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Young Whipper Snappers

Was self-employed for thirty-five years So when I finally called it quits No big party, no expensive gold watch No well wishers, no funny quips As I quietly sailed off into the sunset I heard this young fellow say “Another piece of deadwood we're rid of! Let's go, it's a brand new day” That's funny, I said the very same thing He's right, it's a brand new day No more stress no ridiculous deadlines Finally time for making hay Young whipper snappers have no idea Their time will come sure as rain “Another piece of deadwood we're rid of!” It'll be they who'll hear that refrain! © Jack Ellison 2013

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My Energy Has Flown

Much as I'd like to do what I used to At 78, my energy has flown It's really not matter of choice at all The body decides on it's own Oh how I wish I still had the energy As I did just ten years ago Age has a way of deciding for us How far our body can go Must always try to really stay active Retirement years can be long Mental abilities stay almost the same Physically it's a different song Physical exercise is very important To maintain our youthful zest Otherwise the body starts to shut down And memories are all we have left © Jack Ellison 2013

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A Once Active Soul

Been retired for over three years now I've finally accepted this role As a senior citizen sent out to pasture Not good for this once active soul Poetry has sure helped fill in the gap But looking for something else Maybe creating a children's picture book Got a mind for it I've always felt Not saying my mind is childlike or such But it's probably close to the truth Always was able to get down to their level Even though I'm long in the tooth So wish me well in whatever endeavour Don't need to make one red cent You can wager I'm gonna eventually find it The activity for which I'm now meant © Jack Ellison 2013

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Too Much Sun

Some guys are cut out for retirement That certainly doesn't apply to me If I had my druthers, I'd still be working This is surely not my cup of tea Used to be such an active fellow Was hard at work twenty-four seven Up until virtually all hours of the night Now I'm lucky if I make it past eleven This poetry site is my saving grace Without it I'd surely go berserk Well maybe that's overstating my case But you get it, I thrive on work Perhaps there's a big surprise in store I'll inherit a million big ones From a distant long lost cousin of mine Might be getting too much sun! © Jack Ellison 2013

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Happy Husband Hears No Alarm

Waking with a smile, eyes bouncing green, dear husband
makes me hold back my scream, desire to pull over sheets.
Later, I find you sitting like Buddha, gazing at the land,
shifting as each birds lifts and soars and tweet tweets.

I watch you in silence, pick up slippers, my piles of papers
find my own breakfast to leave you undisturbed in dream,
you thank me so many ways, your face relaxed, finger tapers
held on belly, sometimes I wonder if you see past the gleam

Of heavenly contentment, lap of pool, sun blazing warm
the face so bruised by clenched jaw now so smooth
I never dare to battle you, drive you against walls or alarm.
Retirement is a silence of weighty falling before well oiled groove.