Retirement Imagery Poems

FarmerJohn took Tractor Weekly
Sat and avidly read it all
Even cut out tractor pictures
And hung them on his wall 

FarmerJohn loved his tractor
Prized possession of his...

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*** Classified Ad — “Position Wanted” ***

  ((The following is from ad details written on the ad draft form submitted by the ad’s purchaser,...

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A young child lives in an illusion,                  ...

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'57 CHEVY

I've entered what's called my golden years,
But there's silver in my hair.
Is that the color of my setting sun?
If it is,
When did I get...

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Those were such happy days, for I had lately been deeded a farm,
My aunt and uncle were retiring, so tillage had lost its charm.

Since they...

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Crystal blue                       ...

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Life as I Sip My French Viognier

With an Indy Blues melody softly playing behind me, 
I relax on my outdoor couch, tired legs stretched out,...

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Welcome to where I stand or sit
Mostly the latter to be real
In my twilight, or golden years
Where the land of old man's the deal

My retirement...

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Carpooling in the Monday traffic jam
Pondering what we are and who I am
Now that we finally raised a family
Is there anything left just for you...

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Where are the golden years I've  heard about,
those worry-free years, I looked forward to?
Now when friends call, they practically shout,
and actors I knew are...

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I studied the Roman epitaph
Translation provided by museum staff
Of a retired centurion of the 6th Legion
Scratched in letters three inches tall
on a gravestone found near...

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Homer’s Diner

Retirement closes afternoon eyes;
Dreamlike pictures of old desires arrive;
Transporting the willing consciousness
To a heaven’s far away hoped diner 
Where old friends arrive one by...

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Cant lift my eyes beyond half past seven anymore
Nay! I do not wish to see...
Past hyphens and inverted commas
Lies and more catastrophe

Ambidextrous clock with appalling...

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The sun beats down on this hot Sunday,
So under cover, I think we will stay.
Our dogs on the tiles are dozing,
We too, are relaxing, eyes...

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He breathes between winks in migraine pulse,
throbbing against the challenge of an overly lustrous day.
Watching halos fall through broken sun-glass hue,
he wonders how much more...

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