A Retiree Sentiments - MGS

Years I spent within these walls,
Counting days and answering calls.
Friends I met along the way,
Yet none stood when skies turned gray.
 
Length of service, long and true,
But still I’m stranded, feeling blue.
No foundation, no strong base,
Financial freedom lost its place.
 
They come to me when troubles rise,
Use me up then turn their eyes.
An old rug worn, worn and thin,
Discard after strain and spin.
 
It’s not the years that mark my worth,
But the light I shine on this earth.
Yet in their eyes, I’m just a shade,
An empty echo lightly played.
 
Still, I hope to find my voice,
To inspire hearts, to lift, rejoice.
For time’s not counted by the stay,
But by the lives we touch each day.