That day long awaited, when it came at last,
is now almost a year and a half past.
"How's retirement going?" people will ask,
if they only knew it has become quite a task.
Missed are the friends I saw on my trips,
even the griping that came from their lips.
Golf is still great, but about the third tee,
comes a warning from my arthritic knee.
Now it is bowling and I throw the ball well,
for some unknown reason my average fell.
The old sideline business is going well,
though the things that are bought are still hard to sell.
The memory's worse, it was always so so,
it must be true, it's the second to go.
My wife, Pat, says I get in her way,
but lucky for me she wants me to stay.
Republicans took over Congressional seats,
now they promise amazing feats.
Right-wingers say there is a lack of paternity,
fears are they will cut our social security.
There are things to do and places to go,
but not today, it's starting to snow.
...James R. Ryan (my grandpa) |
