Retirement Dreams

retirement, the business of settling down to the ebb of life before time pulls its hand out to close its doors on us, one last cold cold setback everybody has to take lying down, without even the privilege of expressing whether we like it all or not. everything's too planned in advance sorry, like this retirement. retirees are sunflowers tilting and shining a splendid lustrous dextrous yellow in the evening breeze, in the full splendour of the sun before they slowly gently glide into the hands of the expansive horizon, dip into infinity of time. sweet and honey for those who have the means and the plans to live out their sunset dreams but a turbulent outing for those never interested in squeezing the succulent grapes of youth to make the exquisite scintillating wines for vantage years the days run on and on like a race to nowhere