I Cannot Retire I Am Eating
Three snow days in a row have changed my mind
about retirement for me. I can never do it now.
I am not ready and I frankly doubt I ever will be.
I have written 83 poems, 6 stories too, danced
with husband until I was dizzy. Baked six pies,
and twenty-eight chocolate cakes,
tried to keep a better than a little
bit busy.
I have painted the bathrooms,
purple and pink called ‘all of that.’
Vacuumed the dog, and
neutered a very angry cat.
I have eaten junk food
sandwiches full of
this and that, mostly crap
that kept me in a
major bad mood.
Three snow days is all it took
to convince me loud and clear
there will be no retirement
for me. At least not anywhere to close
to this year.
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