#retirement poems on Hello Poetry

Clive Blake Mar 2018

I want to walk in my golden years,
On the Cornish beaches’ warm gold sands,
Where my footsteps are unhurried,
And my route is seldom planned.

I want to sit on the wooden benches,
Overlooking those dark blue bays,
I want to breath in this fresh salt air,
Until the ending of my days.

I don’t want to become immortal;
Living for forever and a day,
I just want to savour life in this world,
No matter how long or short my stay.

I don’t want my life extended for the sake of it,
With no reason or rhyme,
I just want to live in the here and the now,
And enjoy this - my quality time.

#time #retirement #quality

Martin Mikelberg Dec 2017

retirement - a modern haiku

retirement,
meeting the postman
for the first time

written in 1998, when I retired

#haiku #retirement

Shirley J Davis Nov 2017

Last Words to My Therapist

I have sat for many hours
Opening my soul to you
Listening with my heart
To your wisdom, wishing you were my mom

Now you are gone
And I am alone again
The pain is still hurting
But I can no longer listen to your voice

I didn’t want you to go
I wanted to be your child
Although I understand
You needed to retire to find a new life

The children inside my mind
Weep for you every day
I sit alone in my room
And allow their despair to wash over me

After all the years
Of telling you my heart
I can no longer reach out to you
And that hurts me to the core of my being

You could die
And I would never know
I could die
And you would not care when or why

I wish I could see
You just one more time
To tell you how I hurt
But I know you would never allow that

You told me once
I would not owe you anything
When we parted company
That I would be free to go my own way

Now that it you’ve gone
I must forward without you
I must remember what you taught me
But my soul is pain and so **** confused

You were the mother
I never had
It is like you’ve died
I’ll never see you or hear your wisdom again

I know I can say
All these things
Because you will not know
I would never impose upon your professionalism

I just wish
Oh God I wish
You were my real mom
Then you wouldn’t be out of reach forever

I have one more thing
I would like to say
Before I end this poem
I love you Paula, and I miss you very much

Paula was a fantastic therapist. She and I walked the long road to recovery from severe childhood trauma together for 27 years.
When she retired, she left me utterly alone. I survived though, because that's what I do. I miss her, and I wish her luck.

#therapy #love #recovery #retirement #hope #wish

MARK RIORDAN Apr 2017

A HARD DECISION

FOR WHEN ONE DOOR CLOSES
ANOTHER DOOR WILL OPEN
FOR THE LOVE OF A FATHER
WILL ALWAYS BE UNSPOKEN

SOMETIMES A DECISION IS MADE
THAT CAN ALWAYS BE FORGIVEN
DON'T LET YOUR HEART EVER FALL DOWN
OR GUILT WILL ALWAYS STRICKEN

FORGIVENESS FROM YOURSELF WILL
LET YOUR HEART SOAR LIKE A DOVE
FOR YOUR FATHER WILL FORGIVE YOU
BECAUSE THE DECISION CAME FROM LOVE

A WORK COLLEGE HAS HAD TO MAKE A VERY HARD DECISION. HE HAD TO PUT HIS FATHER IN A RETIREMENT HOME HIS HEART IS HEAVY AND FULL OF GUILT.

#retirement #home

MARK RIORDAN Mar 2017

IN MY CHAIR

I AM SITTING IN MY CHAIR
IN MY RETIREMENT HOME
WONDERING WHY I ALWAYS
SHOULD BE ALONE

I CANT REMEMBER WHAT
I USE TO KNOW
NOT EVEN IF I THINK
AND GIVE IT A DAM GOOD GO

MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS
DON'T COME VISIT ANYMORE
WHY DO THEY THINK I
HAVE BECOME A CHORE

ALL I NEED IS SOMETHING
TO PASS THE TIME AWAY
WHILE I AM SITTING IN MY CHAIR
AND MY MIND MAY STRAY

THINKING OF A TIME
OF A YOUNGER MAN
WHO COULD ALWAYS DO
WHAT EVER HE CAN

BUT WHILE I AM SITTING
HERE IN MY CHAIR
I AM THINKING THAT THE
WORLD DOSE NOT CARE

BUT NOW SITTING IN MY CHAIR
I HAVE A FRIEND NAMED MARK
HE IS A BIT OF A CHARACTER
AND A BIT OF A LARK

HE COMES TO VISIT ME
AND WE HAVE A CHAT
WHILE SITTING IN MY CHAIR
WELL HOW ABOUT THAT

I HAVE JUST VOLUNTEERING AT A RETIREMENT HOME IS VERY REWARDING BUT I HAVE FOUND OUT AS YOU GET OLDER TIME IS YOUR ENEMY

#time #and #old #is #age #an #enemy #retirement

Paul R Hensley Dec 2016

Bowl of riches

Bowl of riches
I have a dream,
I just hope I don't get assassinated,

To get rich,
Beyond my wildest dream,

So I can make my mother retired,
And not have have deal with her screams,

Day and night,
Stressed out,
I shouldn't put up a word fight,
You go through to much,

To support our small family,
Your the one that suffers the most,
So every time you scream,
You just put me in such a mood,

So one day,
When I'm swimming in my bowl of riches,

I can make you retired,
So I don't have to deal with your screams...

-Paul R Hensley |||

#love #mother #scream #stress #frustrated #retirement

Atypnoc Dec 2016

Lai

Something is wrong with my brain
What are we doing?
I think I'm dying
I'm dying
I'm going to die
Am I going to die?
What are we doing?
I'm scared
I don't feel well

-Chu

In memory of Lai.

I work in assisted living, and these are quotes oft repeated by a resident dear to me.

#living #alzheimers #age #senior #aging #elderly #dementia #retirement #facility #assisted

Paul Butters Oct 2016

Pipe and Slippers

I might have retired from employment
But I haven’t retired from Life.
Nature’s wonders are green for me,
So I still love to write.
For sure I wear those slippers
As I type another poem.
But no pipe for me
Or smoke to fill my home.
I strut the courts of table tennis,
And play the full game too.
Sometimes I’m quite the athlete
Though I always like a brew.

I’m not talking tea here,
I think you get my drift.
A pint or too of draught beer
Will always give me a lift.

I love a game of snooker,
And a night of indoor bowls.
I’m not much of a cooker,
That’s just not one of my roles.

Pub lunches are so yummy,
It’s good to have a chat.
I always fill my tummy,
What more can I say than that?

Yes, retirement is so peaceful,
And I am free from “Work”.
It may not suit all people,
But Life I’ll never shirk.

Paul Butters

The beat goes on...

#poetry #peace #writing #positive #work #sport #retirement