Idle time and solitude are to be sought, not feared.

Idle time and solitude are to be sought, not feared. 

Jim Michaels 

I sit as morning sun streams through

my window, with a mountain view.

When glowering behind a peak

the sun appears too wan and weak

to be of any use to me --

I like to bask in full glory.

But then, now that my time is done

with working late and having 'fun,'

perhaps the obscure sun reveals

a modesty that my soul heals.

That hidden orb is telling me

that now I should contented be.

And so I scribble my thoughts down,

a pensioned warehoused bookish clown.

I didn't wish arthritic knees

or diverse minor surgeries.

Methought I'd save enough for jaunts

to Bali and still meet my wants;

but those dreams had to be cut short

(because, you see, of child support.)

The Lord has had his laugh with me:

Ambition breeds Obscurity --

is what my tombstone ought to read

when at long last I go to seed.

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But on reflection, given time,

this new old age is not a crime.

Let others now race out the door

to tilt with windmills evermore.

Me, I'll sit in silence jolly

(though I never got to Bali)

and so write odes and quatrains which

will not gain me a dime or stitch.

And when I tire of the news,

I simply lay down for a snooze.

My thoughts are still not very deep;

my hair I do not think I'll keep.

Without a car, I take the bus,

or walk a bit without a fuss.

And with a Kindle by my side

old Father Time I can deride.

And who'd a thunk that grand kids could

grant me something like sainthood.

And though the hike is downhill now,

I find I will not have a cow.

Rabbi Ben Ezra perhaps I'm not --

but my old age is Camelot . . .