Rejoicing is Satisfaction
The morning hour now slips away
And I am left wondering what
It is that keeps going here
As my life’s work has found its close—
But was employment really work
Enough to give meaning to life?
Alas, no. What would retirement
Be if work were done? Is the glass
Half empty or half full? That is
The question of one’s satisfaction.
But my cup runs over and so
My abundant life must be shared
In belief, in joy, in living.
What a gift is here that we’ve been
Given, so how is there despair?
Some days there is sunshine and joy
While others hold rain and its gray
But always remember that that
Is just the sign of the cups flowing
Over, for we have everything
We need. So learn to be content
In all things you have been given.
April 2023
About This Poem
Sometimes, in retirement, I have had to refind my purpose. After having taught for so many years, starting at such a young age, I really had to work to reset myself. Now I tend to fill my time with all the same sorts of things I did while working but from a political standpoint. I'm now more of a cheerleader for libraries, schools, and, to a lesser extent, writers and runners. But I also have my family and that gives purpose to anyone. So this is about being content and finding happiness in that, wherever you're at in life's many stages.
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