Retired

Can't thread the needles anymore

Don’t hear the knocking on the door

I stumble over steps and stones

And feel arthritis in my bones

My joints and muscles are so sore

While overall my memory’s poor

I grouch about my failing health

And then, of course, too little wealth

The dog is gone, the kids are too

The empty nest makes me feel blue

I bought the camper just in case

I need to move out of this place.

Been there, done that, don’t want to go

Around the world to find new snow.

Send Christmas letters every year;

When some come back, I shed a tear.

I’m crabby as I sit and fret

About the ever growing debt

And then the kids come rescue me

I’ll wine, and dine, and concert free

They bring my grandkids over too

To take away the color blue  

The piglet whistles full of glee

And sun shines in my heart, cloud free