Retirement, a tanka
Alone forever
Just a stack of books and time
Happy as a lark
Coffee greets me day and night
Now, where’d I place my glasses?
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Retirement, a tanka
Alone forever
Just a stack of books and time
Happy as a lark
Coffee greets me day and night
Now, where’d I place my glasses?
Hope you find those glasses. Reminds me of that old Twilight Zone episode with Burgess Meredith. Wishing you all the bliss you can find. Nicely done.
I love this poem
The contrast between time to enjoy a stack of books with fading eyesight and perhaps getting a tiny bit forgetful too.
I have caught myself looking for my glasses and eventually finding that I have been wearing them all along. Mercifully that is not an everyday occurrence.
Allison