A Man Of Infinite Leisure.

Goldfinch60



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.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 22nd, 2021 02:22
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 20
  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments7

  • Neville


    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

    • Goldfinch60

      So kind Neville, thank you.

      Andy

    • orchidee

      Good write Gold.

      • Goldfinch60

        Thank you Orchi.

      • spilleronsheet

        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

        • Goldfinch60

          Thank you spilleronsheet, all days are good as I arise in the morning to be part of each of them.

          Andy

        • Doggerel Dave

          Great, ain't it Andy?
          Retirement - the best time of my life, and your's too, obviously

          • Goldfinch60

            So true Dave.

            Andy

          • L. B. Mek

            Brilliant!
            'A pint, maybe two
            to wash down
            a simple, repast.'

            • Goldfinch60

              Thank you Mek, yes a pint or two is always good.

              Andy

            • dusk arising

              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.

              • Goldfinch60

                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

              • Paul Bell

                I was told you weren't allowed to retire until you were 95, is this not true then. Leisure is the new work.

                • Goldfinch60

                  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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