I am a mid-life sandwich
You can see me coming.
A weighed-down superhuman,
worn out at the edges.
I’d like to call myself a pensioner,
with freedoms whilst still healthy,
to live more riotously,
to explore
but duty pulls me.
My wide portfolio profession of different roles.
My unshakeable responsibility.
It’s not funny.
“I’d love to call myself a pensioner” – yes, if only we could retire!