Light Brown with a touch of Grey.
Fifty years of work have passed
Retirement has come at last.
Gradual changes to this new life
Time to enjoy with far less strife
Slowly my hair is turning grey
Something I dreaded since a younger day
It mostly fell out at an early age
Not much left to turn at this stage
Sleeping all night was something I knew
It’s broken now with trips to the loo
Mirrors tell lies, I’m sure of that
What used to be muscle is turning to fat
Time to get fit and keep this smile
The old bones need work to stay mobile
Lot’s of walking and cycling with no pain
Less work on a diet is my gain
Great to enjoy good food and wine
With no weight worries all the time
A new hip means mobility in the joint
This means happiness up to a point
I still dream of my agile youth
Now I just try and tell the truth
It’s not the same but I really don’t care
Great memories are many and here to share
Learning to write stories, poems and plays
Has been great for my brain in many ways
A volunteer job at the tourist centre
Helping visitors when they choose to enter
My long distant travel I loved maybe over
I’ve always enjoyed the life of a rover
Finances are low, perhaps I can say
Maybe some left for this country to stray
Trains are my first love to travel afar
Also enjoy exploring by car
Planes are swift in this vast continent
Boats not my choice for this old gent
Now I have past three score and ten
Wouldn’t change a thing, I’d do the same again
The memories of my life always brings out a smile
Now there is time to ponder for a while
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