Day after day
Wake up
Lay there and wonder
What time I’ll get up
Then I’m promptly reminded
I’m on my dog’s schedule
I’ll get up when he tells me to
In his house, that’s his rule
Must clean up the yard
Fallen branches, leaves and what not
Spread that loam around
On sparsely grassy spots
And then there’s my garden
My attention is in need
A Rose of Sharon bush
I think she’d approve, yes indeed
Little statue figurines
Among colorful flowers
That patiently await
Forthcoming April showers
Do I miss my working life?
Hell no, no longer of my requirement
These days my boss wags his tail
Life in retirement
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