Retirement?
Retirement is the end of work,
That's what some seem to say,
But I have talked to many more,
Who say it's not that way.
It only means you've left one place,
An now must find another,
For all that money you should get,
Is feeding someones brother.
So now that you are finished here,
We would like to say,
We're going to miss your smiling face,
And all those special ways.
You've taught us how you did so well,
And made it fun to learn,
But don't forget to call some times,
One day you might return.
poem by Daniel Lloyd Kennedy
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