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Monday, 18 September 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday comes to us via Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border (you can find her in my sidebar).  Diane realised Mondays needed a little jazzing up..hence, Poetry Monday.  Procrastinating Donkey agreed as did I.  We can use some more participants.  Why not join in?  Diane provides a prompt but it’s just there in case you haven’t had a visit from your muse.  This week the prompt is ‘working’. 



“How nice for you,”
my daughter said,
“to be retired
and lay abed
while all around you
folks are working.
Let it be said,
duty, you’re shirking.”
I’d vacuumed and dusted
shopped and cooked.
Hats the hubs lost
I’d found and hooked. 
Baby sat the grands
and found myself
with no free time on my hands
to do book work or learn a new language.
Even my blog friends
for lack of attention, languished.
“My dear, I worked
for 30 years
at jobs just tolerated,
boring and drear.
Now I’m entitled
to sit and rest.
That is, after your dads shirt
I’ve steamed and pressed.
You think my duty
I have shirked?
Frankly, I don’t know how

I ever found time to work.”

20 comments:

  1. Truth.
    The days are still full. And the to-do list as incomplete as it ever was. Fortunately these days meetings (which were the bane of my life while in paid employment) are rare.

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    1. Oh....don''t go to the meetings topic. I still get irate about those and I've been retired for 7 1/2 yers now.

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  2. How true is that? How ever did we find the time to work?
    Love it, btw. ;-)

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    1. We got a lot less sleep trying to keep everything up at home but the biggest thing is.....everyone knew we worked so they didn't ask us to do so much for them.

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  3. So true. I, however, am shirking quite a bit these days. I have no man requiring a pressed shirt or meals on time etc, so I'm able to do a lot of nothing if that's what I want. In between things that must get done of course.

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    1. Some days it's hard to fit in the 'doing nothing' time.

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  4. Amen sister! Great job on the poem.

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    1. All of us retirees know the feeling it seems.

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  5. Oh, my word, YES!!! There simply aren't enough hours in the day!

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    1. Yup..my Mom used to say, "I don't know where I found the time to work." and I didn't get it then......I get it now.

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  6. Nice job Delores, isn't it funny how once you retire everyone thinks that you simply lay around the house with nothing to do.

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  7. I loved being home with my kids full-time when they were growing up and although I like my work and the people there I still wish I could be home all day to get everything done! There is never a shortage of housework and yardwork (and kid-related work if you live close by).

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    1. I stayed home until our daughter was 12. I worked for 25 years after that. Now I'm retired and she thinks I'm just sitting around waiting for her to call and need something. Thing is, as you age, everything takes longer to get done. It's all those back breaks and stiffness breaks and those sudden nap atdtacks that slow us down lol.

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    2. Wonderful poem and true. Norma worked outside the home when we needed something special --which was often. I worked full and fuller time over 47 years to meet our needs in an economy more humane than this current one. Having retired 8 years ago, I've looked over a lot of old poems in my journals and still find this a favorite. You may find it just under the Poetry Monday wire --it's almost midnight-- at "Gardening With Geo", https://lepslog.blogspot.com/2017/09/old-poem-new-world.html

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  8. I was at home with my kids until the youngest was in 2nd grade. I started teaching then, and could still be the cab driver and laundress. Good times. Good memories.

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