The Retiring Kind

What will you do in retirement,

is what so many people say.

Will your eyes still retain their glint

during the next thirty year stint?

How will you survive without pay?

What will you do in retirement?

But for whom is this question meant?

Is it for me, or for them, they pray?

Will your eyes still retain their glint?

Perhaps it’s disillusionment

which they suspect is on the way.

What will you do in retirement?

Without work where’s your fulfilment,

how will you occupy your day?

Will your eyes still retain their glint?

For me, poetry is enchantment,

a bright beacon to light up my way.

So I’ll be fine in retirement,

and my eyes will retain their glint!