YET TO BE
Retirement’s not a time simply to rest,
But to wake up to possibilities
As yet not realized because the best
Is yet to be, with joyful days to seize.
It bodes more time to read and think and write,
To exercise my creativity
And find more ways to cultivate delight,
Letting things in me latent come to be.
And now, my record of experience
Gives me a bank of memories to recount
And mysteries out of which I may make sense
Then even drink, I hope of wisdom’s fount.
For what’s our end if not to realize
Our Homo sapience by growing wise?