There is a pulse to the movements we make,
A rhythm that we follow that we do not hesitate.
A pattern of life, a routine if you please,
Rarely do we sniff the roses or feel the breeze.
But once in a while you take a deep gulp of air,
You settle down and settle in your comfy chair.
Life slows to a crawl and seems to feel alright,
Your muscles relax and things feel alright.
The bills will get paid though how you do not know,
The kids will get older and the quarrels will go.
The job will get easier and the boss will finally get off your back,
He will take some of the burdens off you and give you some slack.
It is retirement time and the summer is easy,
So lean back and treat life as easy peasy.
No worries, no troubles, the children are grown,
Your legacy is in and so what if you are not known.
You watch television by the hour and play scrabble with the wife,
You put together puzzles and blog on the computer, there is no strife.
Days drift on and years pass in this heavenly bliss,
Keep it simple stupid is your motto, just KISS.