Stranded with stray thoughts on a bright Sunny afternoon,
Leg up, mind lazy, brain refusing to explore, inertia, couch potato,
Is this the retirement I longed for, after chasing dreams all along.
Little to look forward to, thoughts of younger days cloud in.
You are the chosen one, Special, unique and alive.
The mind dares to wander as body looks for rest, hearts flutter, legs refuse to budge, constant conflict, to move or not to move.
Things that mattered a lot mean nothing now, small talk now a drag, solitude and silence a welcome companion.
You are that Special status symbol of long life.
Corporate conflicts, stress and pressure, oneupmanship, fighting deadlines, all now history, just fond memories.
No more chasing trains and buses, thru maddening crowd. Greetings to the wonderful Seniors still young at heart.
You have attained Nirvana, so Special and sublime.
Ps. My small tribute to Senior Citizens
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