Retirement

Where in the world
Will I be
When I get older
So I get tired
Of all of these things
In my life.

I admit it
I got burned out
But I’m not a loser
I just don’t know how
To live like a cow.

There is no free
Greeny field of grass
No ranch
To range
No cowboy nor a funny hat.

Wait til’ I be sisty-five
What will I look like?
I will be settled in life
Or just a beginning
Of another sight?

Ái Hoa