What follows retirement

A little bit of this. A little bit of that.

The computer.

The food.

The rearranging of the apartment.

So, what's retirement? People who are here are afraid to tell the truth.

Some rest. Some play.

What did we leave? Nothing much.

Misunderstood, overworked, just retirement

Where else could a day be so sweet?

Retirement. Retirement.

Full of fun, free to be

Me in retirement.

Maybe I won't worry about the wrinkles on my face.

Of if  I'm first or last in the old rat race.

My blood sugar will blend in with the sweetness there

Pounds will not matter and neither will my hair.

Cause everyone will wonder if I'm quite all there.

All my outings will take me to a zoo of sorts

Where knobby kneed old people are all wearing shorts.

And money flows like taffy in a frigid resort.

And I am free to say whatever I retort.

Soon I'll be a stranger in a strange new place.

Retirement. Retirement.