Retirement/The Golden Years

12^th Grade Theme: Retirement/The Golden Years

 

Bright, jubilant roses,

My life decomposes to dust,

No desire for lust.

All that remains is trust in her.

I think of what we were,

Some of it is a blur but I

Remember just how shy

She was when I walked by and how

I miss her so much now,

Years after that great vow and still,

Now I feel the same thrill.

She will always fulfill my life.

She is my deceased wife.

I overflow with strife because

Age has given me flaws

And I wish I could pause time and

Place her hand in my hand

And roll around in the sand like we

Used to do by the sea,

Such a sweet memory; alas,

Sad how all things must pass,

A broken blade of grass is me,

Because I am lonely,

And I desperately need my

Wonderful honey pie.

I might begin to cry. She’s like

My other half. I strike

The door and start to hike up the

Mountain which has extra

Sun and a new freesia. I dance

And think of my romance,

All I see in distance- roses.