I’m having the time of my life
With Jeanne, my lovely young wife
Retired and happy
I’m a happy grand-pappy
With good times abundantly rife
I wake up each day about noon
Perhaps noon’s a little too soon
With no mountains to climb
There is plenty of time
To lounge around in my room
I check to see if it’s raining
That’s not too energy draining
Raining or not
In Vegas it’s hot
But what’s the sense in complaining
After checking the state of the weather
I sit around wondering whether
To eat breakfast or lunch
Or settle on brunch
They’re kind of birds of a feather
When I’m done with all of that food
With nothing on the telly that’s good
When the screen beckons
I usually reckon
To lie down and watch it, I should
There’s no show I see to the end
But sleeping for me seems to rend
The joy I attain
When resting my brain
Dozing’s become my best friend
I’ve shown you how my day goes
It’s a twenty-four hourly doze
I’m sure you’ll agree
Retirement for me
Is an enjoyable daily repose
Ha ha I see you live a very active life, Stanley! ! I enjoyed the tongue-in-cheek attitude of this poem (well I hope it was tongue-in-cheek! !) . Love, Fran xx
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Oh, lazy, lazy, lazy days. What a busy chap you are, that's for sure. I think you aught to take it a bit easier, my friend, you don't want to overdo it. Ha! Love Ernestine XXX