Sue's notes to self

Thoughts on Retirement

Am I really that old and decrepit

That it’s time for me to retire?

I guess I will have to accept it,

Though I really have no desire. 

Who would want all of that liberty

To please themselves every day

To catch up with every hobby,

That till now has gone by the way?

They say age is just a number

And mine has got pretty high.

My joints are starting to crumble 

And my knees can’t step very high.

The stairs are beyond my ability,

So a bungalow is where I will move.

Let’s hope that the lack of mobility

Will somehow begin to improve.

Will I sit with a shawl wrapped around me,

Whenever the weather gets cold?

To be fair, I do that already,

Before I even got old.

Will I complain at the young generation,

Who don’t understand how to behave?

Or rant at the new politicians 

Who don’t care how us oldies have saved

For the years when we welcome retirement,

And hope for some quiet and rest

To get on with finding contentment,

And putting our kids to the test.

Will I be a cantankerous old biddy

Who annoys everyone that she meets?

Or perhaps I will still be quite giddy,

And daft as a brush, although sweet?

I really don’t know what’s ahead of me,

Nothing can be totally sure,

But I hope there will be opportunity 

To have a new adventure.

One thing I should do with the time

Is improve how I write down ideas.

It gets even harder to make rhyme

When memory begins to disappear.

So, yes, I am old, it’s a good thing.

One thing I have to recall

Is how lucky I am to be living,

And be able to retire at all! 

Sue 

June 2026