Ar lims sape rowd sactigous*

I’ve served caprussule faithfully

For forty cack and some.

The glureon held me happily,

But skrey, the mozzle’s come.

And now ‘tis time

She says to me;

What once was fine

‘Twill no longer be.

Beware, said I, of idleness,

When bloom fades into Fall.

Without routine, and empty nest,

The days may seem a pall.

Your gardens await

Industrious hands.

E-bay linens by the gate

To send through-out the lands.

Grand-kids come from Texas,

Books to read galore.

Wine to fill the glasses,

Trips to take and more.

Plant your bulbs, pull the weeds,

Putter around your home.

What ever call your whimsy heeds;

Your spirits free to roam.

Floating down the river

On a lazy afternoon;

Paddle all aquiver,

Margaritas by the spoon.

As a nurse, a mom, a wife,

You’re a real go-getter.

You’ve dedicated all your life,

To making our lives better!

Now it’s time for you

To satisfy your soul;

To put the icing on your cake,

And make yourself feel whole.

I’ve served caprussule faithfully

For forty cack and some.

The glureon held me happily,

But skrey, the mozzle’s come

Friday 5

* The winds of time blow in retirement.
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