I’ve given away the white board markers
emptied the files
shredded confidential pages
which no-one would read
and wonder
what’s next?
Images chase across my memory
long forgotten students frozen in time
issues now resolved beyond my consciousness
Retirement is a different state of mind
Purpose more difficult to find
Days no longer structured by a role
And meaning more elusive for the soul
Time, once the enemy,
now lingers generously
and I must control it
not it me
But there’s a butterfly freedom
previously denied
And the challenge is to use it
not watch it
flutter
away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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