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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I had a ghastly thought of a human boss/manageress - but she was not around near Christmas, so I didn't have to kiss her under any mistletoe.
If I had to, I would never be the same since, never recover from the trauma! lol.
So you kissed Fido instead, right? 😜
Yes lol.
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what's not to love about this idyllic life and lifestyle ..
perfectly penned my friend and how envious I am, every now and then ............ Neville
Thanks N. I never imagined my retirement would look like this. But I can't complain, my dog loves me, what more can I ask for?
A dog is truly a man's best friend, and in this case, a boss! Lol, I enjoyed this poem, the levity of tending to the garden, and then the humor of the "high and mighty" doggo. This is wonderful dear poet, never stop writing!
Long as my muse keeps the lyrical wheels spinning, I'll keep writing it down. Thanks Rocky. 😉
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