The eyes open from a deep, dream filled sleep,
Dreams of joys and wonders that had filled his life.
His life’s work, now at an end, work he had enjoyed,
But now completed, leaving time for complete relaxation.
Time to do the things he wants and wanted.
The things that became rushed while at work,
Now able to be done with ease, and time to spare.
That time for a gentle stroll in the park,
Enjoying the open space but filled with children’s laughter.
The café by the River where he stops for coffee,
Looking at the water, gently gliding by.
The slow walk around the town,
Looking in shops, talking to friends he meets on the way,
No hurry to get away, no pressure.
Lunch beckons, so into the pub he goes,
A place where he is known as a gentle soul
Who has time for everybody, and his company enjoyed by all.
A pint, maybe two, to wash down a simple repast.
Chatting to and laughing with friends.
Lunch over so back home for a rest.
Changed into comfortable relaxing clothes
Music fills the air as he settles down to read.
The rest changes to a short nap.
Awaking again the music still a joy,
He listens to the notes entering his mind,
So relaxed, so happy.
Unhurriedly, he gets himself ready;
Tonight, dinner and the Opera,
With a lady friend, no ties
Just pure unalloyed friendship of many years.
An evening of good food, friendship and Verdi.
He parts from her at her door and slowly walks home;
Enjoying the stars shining down on this happy man.
A man of infinite leisure.
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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I simply love your title up there and what follows epitomises my birds eye view of you my golden friend .... enjoy to the hilt mate ........................... Neville
So kind Neville, thank you.
Andy
Good write Gold.
Thank you Orchi.
It sounds amazing
Maybe tomorrow we would have similar days
Maybe today’s chaos may come with rest tomorrow
It sounds like a vacation to me
Enjoy loads dear Andy
May almighty protect us all
Keep your mask around though
Thank you spilleronsheet, all days are good as I arise in the morning to be part of each of them.
Andy
Great, ain't it Andy?
Retirement - the best time of my life, and your's too, obviously
So true Dave.
Andy
Brilliant!
'A pint, maybe two
to wash down
a simple, repast.'
Thank you Mek, yes a pint or two is always good.
Andy
A wholesome envy (not a sin) fills me as I read this piece. Stuck indoors shielding grrrrr. Though I'm not as gregarious as yourself, a stroll through town, a walk in the parkland is on my wishlist.
Yes I have read this as an untypical day in the life of a certain Goldfinch.
I do hope that you can get out soon d a, when you do I will buy you a pint.
We can but dream but these days do happen and as you know every day I rise in the morning it is a good day.
Andy
I was told you weren't allowed to retire until you were 95, is this not true then. Leisure is the new work.
When I first retired in 2012 it became the busiest time of my life but as with all things experience has led me to spend my time doing things for me.
Andy
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