Today, the first day of the rest of life,
So trite a phrase and yet its import rings,
Behind me: Pride, career, with tinge of strife,
Today, this first retirement morn, I sing.
We face decisions: Travel, or a fling
perhaps, to far, exotic, distant shores,
The sights we’ll see, the places and the bling,
Souvenirs to carry home, once more.
We’d leave behind our grandsons; miss them sure
than any jet-set trip could compensate,
The choice is ours to choose, the Côte d’Azur,
Or stay nearby, fresh cookies on the plate.
This sunrise on this day of days to come,
I think we’ll settle in and stay at home.
Written for Light and Shade Challenge.