In earlier days, I’ve been cursed and rehearsed.
Been nursed for my fevers, relieved of my thirst.
Dialed and aisled, exiled and trialed.
Filed and riled and even profiled.
I grew tired, retired, and my interest was fired
to try moving off to a place I’d admired.
Fate guided my steps, waved her magical wand
and found me a house by a beautiful pond,
Surrounded by greenery both flower and frond,
I’ve probably formed my ultimate bond.
What we were we still are, for that is our core,
but if we have courage, we can be still more.
Life isn’t over when we’re retired.
We may be at rest but we needn’t be mired.
The flame of our life has not yet expired.
No circuit’s so old that it can’t be rewired!