Retirement, a tanka

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?

2 thoughts on “Retirement, a tanka

  1. 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.

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