What I love about retirement
is having so much time on my hands
What I hate about hands
is the speed at which they move around the clock
What I love about clock
is the reassurance of its surefooted rhythm
What I hate about rhythm
is the way we part company when I dance
What I love about dance
is the warm embrace of the music
What I hate about music
is its constant crying out for attention
What I love about attention
is the guardsman who stands smartly to it
What I hate about it
is IT, not Information, but Technology
What I love about technology
is how it precipitated my retirement
What I hate about retirement
is having so much time on my hands.