I have crossed sixty, attention is failing.
Lights are fading, recognition decreases,
I feel almost unwanted now and then.
Snake of thought-poetry
Moving through brain-thickets
Flickers - compares responses,
Attention and behavior - power and position
Were then reasons for people listening to me?
Not that I thought it would be different,
But it is one thing to know and another
To actually feel the let-down,
Rather suddenly: as days pass by,
Get used to it, as every donkey to its burden.
I have joined private firm
Where I am respected museum piece
With a suitable respectable title
Among professionals vibrant,
Offering consultancy on infrastructure.
Joy to watch young bright minds close,
Which I never got a chance to in government:
Even if they were there, the distance
Of seniority kept them away, I suppose.
Today my team played cricket
In Wadala East, and won two rounds,
To reach the semi-finals.
I got bouquet of flowers, and am happy.
Different lights are twinkling from setting sky.
Daniel Trevelyn Joseph
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-retirement/
