Changing Views

When I was young and clueless, If retirement appeared Somehow upon my radar I would think it pretty weird. But if I gave some thought to where My future self might be, Most likely it would be a little Cabin by the sea. A stroll into a charming town, My cottage with a view, A garden and a lot of time To do the things I’d do. But life takes unexpected turns And there’s no magic math To calculate the ending As we chart our chosen path. And as the years unfold we find The follies of our youth Seem fictional when they’re compared To living’s harsher truth. Ironically, though, in my Long-time view-free home, I am Retired, far from seaside And contented as a clam.