Retiree Blues

 

 

                         The days are placid

                         reflect the calming sea

                         all those you have loved are gone

                         restless nights bring back the terror

                         alone in rented rooms

                         we hold on to the mainstream

                         just barely with our fingers

                         where is the welcome wagon?

                         why are the nights so long?

 

 

                         Our God in Heaven

                         needs a festival

                         perhaps some dancing maidens

                         can bring him the fruits

                         offer our sorrows

                         on a gilded tray

                         remind Him of His oath

                         as we teeter on the edge

                         let us cup our hands in prayer

                         pray for his survival

                         hope He has the strength to carry on

 

 

 

                                                      Jack Mashman

                                                      1990