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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A whole new beginning, retirement. I wish you both good luck. Rose