I'Ve Got My Life Back, Or Have I? ? Poem by Owain Glyn

Sat deep in chair, in reverie,
Surrounded by daytime T.V.
At last, I feel that I am free,
From all the Boardroom rivalry.

Free from knives, and cold deceit,
That made my colleague, so replete.
I wiggle toes, in slippered feet,
And feel my life, is now complete.

I'm free to do just as I wish,
Play some golf, or even fish.
Join an 'over fifties' club,
Or spend my time, down at the pub.

Then, my wife walks through the door,
I know I've seen that 'look' before.
She stares at me with growing frown,
I slowly put the 'paper' down.

'Now you're here, there's things to do, '
'I need a lot of help, from you.'
'You need to fix the garden fence, '
'You'll do it now, if you have sense.'

'And, I've got a growing list, '
'Of all the things that you have missed.'
'I'll keep you busy, have no fear, '
'Enjoy retirement, my dear! '
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A/N Lot's of men die within a few years of retirement...I wonder why? ?