Displaced as a refugee from a disaster,
he sits peacefully over morning coffee
and ponders a new life
he no longer has to plan for;
retirement has come at last.
It will take some getting used to...
being this happy;
finally free to explore
another place to be.
Looking out the window
surveying the fruits of his labors,
he sighs and smiles.

Carolyn Brunelle

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Rose Oldman (7/29/2008 9:15:00 PM)
A whole new beginning, retirement. I wish you both good luck.
Rose

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10/13/2008 10:39:36 PM. You Are Here: At Last by Carolyn Brunelle