Nostalgia Retirement Poems

Magic silver key,
fits into my silver shoes.
I was now set free,
I now owned many sidewalks.
My new skates were a big thrill.

 

Date Written: 8/4/2022

2 Place

Childhood...

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Ghosts Of Times Past
Miracle Man
6/25/2022

As winds of time whisper through me,
my ancestors breath caresses my face.
Visions of a lone covered wagon I see,
that carried them...

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As Long as the Sun Shines

In truth, this retirement game is not all it seemed
When, at most, I’ve achieved just a few of my dreams
And...

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There comes a time in everyone's life,
When the need to strive becomes just strife.
Work hard all your life, waiting for that day,
When until the time...

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Standing on the crest of my life
Reached with punch and some fire
Wonder I still, what the squeal 
Of the gate closing be like
Carrying as it...

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Remember when we 'matured' and went off to college
   And they classified all us guys as wimps or as jocks
The latter got the...

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I stand here and implore you to believe me
No, I am not Jack White 
Although you say I’m a liar
This shaking all over, is over
I’m...

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Genteel and articulate, 
An inspiration you have been. 
Loyalty and Passion
In you, we have seen. 

Rising through ranks, 
Sweat blood all this while. 
Making your...

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Short weekends and long weekdays
School’s out then it’s onto résumés and workdays
Mondays dragging on through to Fridays
Long commutes on highways, subways and tramways
Toiling for okays,...

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A quick and easy (makeshift, albeit very temporary) 
Cheap Trick would suffice in the interim 
(which might entail many generations) 
to rock a Super Tramp...

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Cooped within ancient bodies, this inhabitant 
dwells amongst an elder net 
of crabby, crotchety, curmudgeonly claque 
of old folks, only a portion of population I...

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OLD WEATHERED BIKER

Come sit by my side and stories be told
of bikes and good times on open road
Winding our way to destinations desired
under wind, rain...

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What Does Maisie Smile About?

(or A Tale of 3 Ladders)

“I wonder what Maisie smiles about, 
when she stares out of her window?”asks Jane, 
the new...

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It's early November '91, 
and I quite can't remember, 
ever, 
feeling this humbled, seeing
Magic stumble, 
off his shiny crown, 
and the little boy
Who once glared...

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The engine: Long and black
And sleek as she could be
She shook the earth in her approach
As her heraldry.

An atmosphere of steam and smoke
Expanding in her...

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