What lies at the end of the rainbow? FIRST PRIZE WINNER, SENIOR CENTER FORUM |
The Retirement Rainbow Iâve always thought about this day, the pot of gold at rainbowâs end. There, after all of lifeâs hard rain, Iâd find what rainbow hues portend. Iâve worked a lifetime for this day. I reckon that Iâm past my prime. But one thing I didnât plan for is such an abundance of time! âWhat time is it?â is seldom heard; we no longer live by our watches. âWhat day is it?â is fading fast. Itâll soon be a stick with some notches. I donât have to shave every day. I just wait âtil my wife tells me âOuch!â We still enjoy our boudoir time but we spend a lot more on the couch. Leaving early and getting home late, weâre no longer part of that group. Our morning commute is a walk in park so the dogs can sniff, pee, and poop. I always thought someday Iâd write. Before, I could only dabble. Now when I write my âmemoirsâ down, itâs worth eleven points in Scrabble. The kids are gone, the grandkids donât stay. The spare room is mine now, I posit. I open the door and what do I find? My wife has a new walk-in closet! The rainbowâs endâs not what I thought though, this wasnât meant to show fault. While thereâs some truth in my words, take each with a grain of salt. Notes An entry for September round of "SENIOR CENTER FORUM" Prompt: Must use the word ârainbows.â posit ~ assume as a fact or principle Thank you for taking time to read my words. I would appreciate it if you took a moment and left a comment. Your reaction, impressions, criticisms, - yes, even praise - are all equally welcome. |