At Last Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
At Last
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.
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8/28/2026 9:46:08 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
A whole new beginning, retirement. I wish you both good luck. Rose