On Retirement
(A Roundabout Poem)
Often wondered , what would I be?
To what would I aspire?
Under the sun
Could I have fun,
After I retire?
I desire to take a flier,
Before my days are done.
Truth be told,
I am an old
Worn out son-of-a-gun.
That doesn't mean that I can't run,
Or be a little bold.
Because, you see,
That I am free
To seek my pot of gold.
Gonna fly 'fore these bones get cold
To find what's there to see.
I'll climb higher
Before I tire
And face eternity.
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Author Notes
This plaque was on the back of a park bench near Vermilion falls in Hastings, Minnesota. It seems to carry the essence of this poem perfectly. Bravo to those who commemorated this free spirit in such a manner, in such a lovely spot.
This poem is a Roundabout. I have Sunnilicious, a fellow FanStorian, to thank for bring it to my attention. She spotted it in a Reader's Digest poetry contest, and tried it herself. Of course, I had to give one a run too. Hope you like it!
Here's the rules.
A Roundabout is a poem with four each, 5 line stanzas, with a fixed rhyme scheme and unique syllable count. The twenty total lines mix together four sets of rhymes (a,b,c,and d rhymes) that intermix but begin and end with the ab rhymes. The rhyme scheme for those 4 stanzas is:
abccb bcddc cdaad dabba.
The syllable counts are as follows: 8/6/4/4/6, repeating the same for each stanza.
The author took this photograph at Vermilion Falls Park, in June, 2012.
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