Tired ever since I retired

For long who’d been my better half Has now become my bitter half-- Bitter, my autumns sing Of fantasies of spring… She’s a bull, not long ere a calf Who feels (or feigns) she’s mighty tired Ever since I retired, To smirk has turned what was her laugh. _________________________ Happenings | 24.07.2025 | humour, life, wife Note: She has, I would like to feel, nothing against my poetic journey as such, but that my poems fetch not a penny.