When I Retire Poem by Paul Reed

When I retire
(if I ever get there)
I will run round in circles
Jump up and down in the air;
I will do handsprings
And a crazy loop-de-loop
Sing at the top of my voice
Let my inhibitions droop;
Turn cartwheels and climb trees
Dance merrily down the street
Attract the attention of the crowd
Forget about being discreet;
Behave ostentatiously
Wear silly clothes and look flash
No longer melt in the crowd
Act outrageously and rash;
Do all the things I didn’t do
No longer the issue shirk;
Take hold of my own life
And stop going to work