Whiling away his time
Crushing dry toast and
Spraying the crumbs
In the porch
Watching the birds
Pecking at them and
Calling their friends
To join in the feast
Truly a delightful way
To start off the day
As a retired Dad


His wife watches
With an irritated look
On her ageing face
She says nothing
But he is sure
She is wondering
Who will clean
Up the place
When he is done
With playing games
On his first day
As a retired Dad.

Sandra Martyres

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