retirement, the business <br />of settling down to the ebb <br />of life before time pulls its hand out <br />to close its doors on us, one last cold <br />cold setback everybody has to take lying down, <br />without even the privilege of expressing whether <br />we like it all or not. everything's too planned in <br />advance sorry, like this retirement. <br /> <br />retirees are sunflowers tilting <br />and shining a splendid lustrous <br />dextrous yellow in the evening breeze, <br />in the full splendour of the sun before they <br />slowly gently glide into the hands of the <br />expansive horizon, dip into infinity of time. <br /> <br />sweet and honey for those who <br />have the means and the plans to live out <br />their sunset dreams but a turbulent outing for <br />those never interested in squeezing <br />the succulent grapes of youth to make the <br />exquisite scintillating wines for vantage years <br />the days run on and on like a race to nowhere<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/retirement-dreams/
