A retirement poem | Mikey Schiro

as dreamed by Mikey Schiro

 

T’was the night before retirement when all through

the house

I was sleeping quite soundly alongside my spouse,

With Kelby and Chloe tucked in at our feet

Our snarfling and snoring could be heard down the

street.

 

My marbles had tumbled, from one jar to next

As I dreamed of long naps and lounging on decks.

My thoughts turned to friends and work left behind

Good folks who were friendly, smart and quite kind.

 

First came Wayne, my friend I call coach

Who defected Brand X, and by CK was then poached.

In marched Jan French decked in Seahawks regalia,

With Radar close behind dragging techie para-pha-

na-lia.

 

Chris Chancellor came by, shouting sports facts

galore

And Kelsey, my savior, sashayed through the door.

Dennis dropped in to hold down the fort

While Lori swooped through offering moral support.

 

My accounts went to Jefferson, who arrived just in

time

To take them all and manage them, I know he’ll do

fine.

Thank God Lorraine arrived to bolster the crew

To which all those present yelled a grateful WOO

HOO!

 

Noreen and her crew toiled all through the night

Delivering our weekly by glowing moon light.

Poor Sean with four papers, what a challenging task,

Used magic and great skill and sometimes his flask.

 

Last came Rich Peterson the newly departed

A good guy with smarts who is very kind hearted

He sang praises of the Port in a very fine voice

A salute he gave to Axel who’d made a great choice.

 

My dream drifts to Port Orchard and Cedar Cove on

the hill

Where Kathy and Gil run their inn with great skill.

A jingle of bells and fast running feet

Signal Sheila’s arrival at the end of the street.

 

I spied Janet and Shannon outside Kitsap Bank,

Where Coreen,as a pirate was walking the plank.

Helene, Sharron, Jud and Jessie were building a float

As Cap’n Rob and firstmate Trish drifted by in their

boat,

 

At Sidney and Prospect , a very artsy place

I came upon Pam Heinrich, big smile on her face.

On the corner of Bay Street, and much to my surprise

Bobbie from Old Central appeared before my eyes.

 

The Vlist guys and Shirley cruised by with great care

Passing Rick, Karen and Glennys and their big root

beer bear!

As I rounded the corner I spied Mallory and Squirt

And Rick from McLendon’s with a shovelful of dirt.

 

Some folks like at Arnold’s I’ve had from day one

And others like Cookie’s add much to the fun.

The Chimes folks hung in there and were ever so

merry

Their functions quite jolly, thanks to Cindy and Jerry.

 

As my days at the Independent draw to a close,

I muse about lazy days and retirement condos.

To stay at the Stafford would be a great treat,

However, with my luck, I’ll be out on the street.

 

I’ll remember my friends both the old and the new

But now’s not the time to bid you adieu.

There’ll be coffee each morning and long

lazy lunches

Not to mentioned brisk walks and ab-dom-i-nal

crunches.

 

I’ll visit Ken Paskett, Medicare card in hand…..

With Jim and Mercedes I’ve got BIG things planned.

My barber named Rick and his fine lovely wife

Have become just like family and are good friends

for life.

 

As I look back on my years with all of you guys

I’ve worked to come up with clever replies,

 

Finer folks I’ll not find if I search the world wide

I’ve been lucky for sure. Thanks a lot for the ride!

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