Retirement Honeymoon

August 31, 2011 (2:33 am)

Fresh coffee for me and scrambled eggs for him

neither aren’t hurried and nothings now grim,

wrapping of beds can wait till noon

and yes off course this is my old age retirement honeymoon.

Kids don’t fuss and they are happy away

they make life as I’ve made every day,

striving and growing old, together foretold,

a retirement unfold.

Let me lie on the leather recliner, with a coffee in my hand

chatting hours on the memoirs of years behind,

memories and wrinkles have kept adding on,

recollecting them now is part of my honeymoon.

Amazed should I be, with his full attention, right beside me,

in conversations though sometimes, we still disagree,

and his smile still confirms my beauty, then my wrinkles don’t count!

and my twinkling eyes still manages to grip him around.

Age and desires argued, opinions and truth in dispute,

Some named me good; some named a witch, a brute,

Now, I smile with him, recollecting, relaxed, in giggles,

in these splendid honeymoon spells.

Day shall not dark, my desires would,

being wrinkled is a new mood, I feel good,

free at will and with my beloved, me an opportune,

that’s how I wish to be, till the end of my honeymoon.

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Retirement Honeymoon

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Stop Taking my pictures

I am on an honeymoon……………………………….

vijay says:

Lovely and apt interpretation of a situation and reality of life. The half glass of water rather than half empty. Accolades Ulhas.

Vishvnand says:

Fine empathy, imagery & picturesque rendering of feelings
Enjoyable mooning with honey 🙂
Like the poem & going along with it immensely.
Commends

rajdeep says:

amazing
i must say an apt interpretation
loved the poem and its flow too