Dimming Reflections of Me – Retirement
By Alan B. Winn
Last day at work its come and now gone
Am I feeling happy?
No, I’m feeling crappy
I’m feeling lost
Happiness left me when I walked out of my office door
With a nameplate, a bunch of awards, and nothing more
My office, my desk, my chair, my work
That life no longer belongs to me anymore
Now every morning I don’t like what I see
I see the person that I’ve come to be
That’s not me; It can’t be
This is the dimming reflection of me
Are those the signs of being old
Or are they the badges of a retiree who once stood bold
This is the dimming reflection of me
Seems everyone has advice
“Now you have time to live your life”
“It will be great, you’ll see”
But when I worked, I lived how I wanted to be
This is the dimming reflection of me
So, I bought myself a fancy car
A trophy that everyone can see
Mostly it sits, just like me
Waiting for the time there’s somewhere to be
This is the dimming reflection of me
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