The twenty-eighth day of October,

The year twenty-eleven,

A date we shall always remember,

Retirement – pure heaven!

 

We can get up when we feel like it

And choose what we want to do,

No doubt sleep on for a little bit,

Our lives have commenced anew.

 

Time to catch up on jobs we delayed,

To go and see all our friends.

Time to revisit places we stayed

And tie up lots of loose ends.

 

How did we find the time for careers?

Work always got in the way.

Now we can relax with wine and beers,

Enjoying freedom each day.

 

You may think I just see the bright side,

This is still a novelty,

But hobbies will keep me occupied,

I may write great poetry!

 

Or better than this, you never know!

I am no doom and gloomer.

We may both have the same regret though,

We should have done this sooner!