Whiling away his time <br />Crushing dry toast and <br />Spraying the crumbs <br />In the porch <br />Watching the birds <br />Pecking at them and <br />Calling their friends <br />To join in the feast <br />Truly a delightful way <br />To start off the day <br />As a retired Dad <br /> <br /> <br />His wife watches <br />With an irritated look <br />On her ageing face <br />She says nothing <br />But he is sure <br />She is wondering <br />Who will clean <br />Up the place <br />When he is done <br />With playing games <br />On his first day <br />As a retired Dad.<br /><br />Sandra Martyres<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/retired-dad/
