Retirement dreams

retirement, the business
of settling down to the ebb
of life before time pulls out its
hands to close its doors on us,
one last cold cold setback everybody
has to take lying down, and without
even the privilege of expressing
whether we like it all or not.
everything's too planned in
advance sorry, like this retirement.

retirees are sunflowers tilting
and shining a splendid lustrous
dextrous yellow in the evening breeze,
in the full splendour of the sun before they
slowly gently glide into the hands of the
expansive horizon, dip into infinity of time.

sweet and honey for those who
have the means and the plans
to live out their sunset dreams but a
turbulent outing for those uninterested
in squeezing the succulent grapes of youth
to make the exquisite thrilling wines of vantage years
the days run on and on like a race to nowhere

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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