Today, it seems, I'm out of luck
It's hard to row one's boat alone
Between jobs, life is demi-tone...
It's always «next week,» «later on»
My friends' work ethics tough and strong
Retirement has its quieter side
As I anticipate the tide...
The urge to «be involved» burns bright
Life's stream is stong, I hold on tight
Grip on both oars and watch the spray
Till new adventures come my way!
(c) Poet in the woods 2017
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