Retirement

Gone are the clocks and bosses
The tallies of wins and losses

My time, now my own
A King upon my throne

Yet joy is tempered with melancholy
Alas, few adventures and jolies

My Queen doth languish in pain
Confusion, tremors — it’s all quite insane

Her golden years robbed unfairly
She wifed, mothered, and taught so squarely

A fragile life, from the start
Yet that of a lioness, her heart

She prays to her God
I find religion odd

If it’s for you
More power to

Our love is one
I’m here, my hon

We’ll fight this fight together
Hand in hand into the heather