Life Goes A Buzzing Bye
And thinking and worrying
And trying to figure out how to stop stressing
Many visits to a financial planner later
There’s a retirement plan
I say, “I’ll work for five more years.”
“Eight would be better,” he says.
“I’ll tighten my budget,” I say.
Growing season is about over
In the garden anyway
In the head, heart and soul
Things may slow
But they don’t stop
Until they do
But let’s not think about that yet