The Retired Bloke


The deadline is getting nearer 

Speeding faster than a bullet

The heart beats a little faster

The throat a little dryer 

With every second that passes

The task grows in intensity

Living a life of its own

Throwing up challenges 

Highlighting imbalances

Of what can and can’t be achieved. 

Droplets on the forehead 

Putting off going to bed

Writing paragraph after paragraph

Need to cut out words instead. 

At last the triumphant moment

With every single component

Placed accurately in line

The project is finally completed

Phew! Just made the deadline. 


  • Goldfinch60

    Good write, we all still seem to have deadlines in our lives.

    Surely though in our retirement that deadline can be extended so that we can have another slice of cake.

    • The Retired Bloke

      Well said. There’s always time for cake!

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