The Retiree's Lament
It's the retiree's lament
Or retirees's blues
It doesn't matter which title you choose
What's in a name?
When the outcome's the same
For I've lost my hair
My teeth are loose
Had to give up working
I'm of no further use
My waistline's spreading
My memory's gone
And I'm left wondering
What the hell's going on?
But it's bliss not working
I'm happy to say
Though it should've happened to me
Back in the day
When I was young and spritely
Adventurous and bold
O why should retirement be
Wasted on the old?
poem by Mike Green
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