Morning After Retirement

foggy Shore

Morning After Retirement

(Just A Poem)
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I felt the tinge upon my skin,

Of early misty morn,

That made me snuggle tight within,

The blankets that adorn

My warm comforting bed.

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I pulled them over head

To capture dreams galore.

“An hour more”, I said.

“Please, just an hour more!”

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But daylight made a mockery,

Weighed heavy on my eyes.

Then barking dog, and bird in tree,

They finally forced me to arise.

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Now that I’m sitting up,

I’ll sit and sip my cup.

I’ll watch the fog burn through,

And ponder what to do.

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Author Notes

It’s been 2 years now since the company I worked for, for 44+ years, shut down our division and laid everyone off. I was fortunate to be over 62 years old, so I took retirement. I remember well that Friday morning when I was let go. By noon, I was at a campsite on Lake Byllesby in Cannon Falls Minnesota. The next morning was foggy. This poem that I wrote today, is in memory of that morning.


Nothing special about this poem. Just mixed syllable and lines playing with an 8/6 meter.


This picture was taken by the author, that morning in August,2011.

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