Retirement Bay

[rustybroadspear]

Retirement Bay


Sugary pink clouds were drawn together
Not far from where the bloody Sun
Decided to rest her head.

On the surface of the lake - she laid a path
Of dancing, sparkling jewels.
A sailboat slickly skimmed the dusky water..

Albatross, by 10cc, through headphones,
Accompanied my lonely vigil,
Amongst the rocks of retirement bay.

Wanting no more harsh bright days,
I laid down my sticks and rested,
Relishing this storming of my senses.

And then the nurses came.

And

When the nurses stole my solitude,
I showed them my private heaven.
They smiled and nodded and guided me home.

[davelyoung1]

I felt the weight of the words in your verse

[michaelgallatin]

Getting older (63), watching parents, in-laws and other relatives age and die and I've worked 41 years in Social Work and Health Care. I specialized in, guess what, working with the elderly! This poem hits home, sad but sweet. And I hope that when those nurses smiled, it was with empathy and understanding rather than patronizing and pity. That, of course, depends upon the person viewing our elderly gentleman!

Stay young,
Mike

[purplespirit]

Oh yes Rusty, this is a excellent poem but leaving a heavy heart. For many years I accompanied my old and very sick mother and so many moments seem to come up while . We must give warm and understanding smiles to our dear old people. Thank you! Ulla xx

[johan]

Nice piece Rusty, enjoy your poetry.

Johan