Retirement is not without hassles – like the two hours I spent on the phone yesterday about my medical insurance.   However, overall,  I’ve been lucky my entire life, and hopefully this will continue throughout retirement.   Here’s a poem I wrote eight years ago while I was still practicing for retirement.

Lucky Me

I don’t know,

How it came to be.

All my life,

It’s been “Lucky me.”

 

I’m so lucky,

Married and in love.

My life directed,

By angels above.

 

Look years younger,

Most would agree.

A wife I adore,

Who supports me.

 

I’m so lucky,

I’m in the zone.

I got the big half,

Of the wishbone.

 

Las Vegas look out,

I’m on a roll.

My Christmas stocking,

Not filled with coal.

 

Although a bit gray,

I still have my hair.

I’m not confined,

To a wheelchair.

 

I’m so lucky,

When this life is over,

On top of my grave,

Find a four-leaf clover.

 

There’s a falling star,

And a lady bug.

It’ll rub off,

Just give me a hug.

 

I got a medal,

From St. Christopher.

So my good luck,

Will long endure.

 

At  my back,

Is always a breeze.

I get through each day,

With the greatest of ease.

 

A retirement plan,

and 401K.

Financially,

We’re doing OK.

 

I’m not hungry,

Or sleep deprived.

A new granddaughter,

Has just arrived.

 

I own a house,

It’s on a lake.

I’m in good shape,

Most joints don’t ache.

 

Can pay the rent.

Car runs great.

My monthly payments,

Have never been late.

 

I still have both parents,

Who enjoy their own home.

I’ve traveled the world,

From Hong Kong to Rome.

 

Find coins on the ground,

Most every day.

Live in a complex,

Less work-more play.

 

Had a successful career,

And can run every day.

Have lived in Austin,

Since last May.

 

Have a little dog,

Only one of us begs.

And only one of us,

Has four legs.

 

The next lottery prize,

I’ve already won.

Don’t have to shovel,

Get plenty of sun.

 

Never had major surgery,

Or broke any bones.

Have always paid,

Outstanding loans.

 

No allergies

Or problems with my nose.

I’m healthy and happy,

All ten fingers and toes.

 

I can see,

And I can feel.

Never felt desperate,

No need to steal.

 

I’m so lucky,

It’s good to be me.

How much luckier,

Could I be?

 

Copyright 2009 johnstonwrites.com