PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I have a dream I haven't told,

So you will be the first.

I cover-up this mad desire,

And never show the thirst.



In quiet times I plot and plan

Retirement as an exit.

I think of ways and means to earn,

Inflate my bank deposit.



Where others dread the day they'll quit

The work force, old and tired,

I walk along inventing ways

To reach my Heart's Desire.



A flood of energy exudes,

And how my heart, it pumps!

Cat-like, stretches, preens, and moves,

As suddenly just jumps!



I see a myriad of days

With me at easel tall.

A Grandma Moses old and sage

In sunny spring or fall.



I'll write.  I'll paint.  I'll spend my time

In reading some good works.

I'd like to start while I'm still sane

Not looney, filled with quirks.