To the grocery store goes the hike
after writing a daily verse
Then rolling several blocks by bike
All his adventures short & terse
All gets squeezed in between breathing
finding glasses, wiggling toes
admiring a baby’s teething
plus doors to open & close
Still time before dinner calls
steadfastly without fail
to (just before darkness falls)
take out the garbage pail
Life’s rich feast has turned thin gruel
what a feeble, dismal show!
How’s retirement such a jewel?
Would you tell me if you know?