Learn to live well, or fairly make your will;
You’ve played, and loved, and ate, and drunk your fill:
Walk sober off; before a sprightlier age
Comes tittering on, and shoves you from the stage:
Leave such to trifle with more grace and ease,
Whom Folly pleases, and whose Follies please.
This poem was submitted by Alexander.
It is time to be old,
To take in sail:–
The god of bounds,
Who sets to seas a shore,
Came to me in his fatal round,
And said: ‘No more!
No farther spread
Thy broad ambitious branches, and thy root.
Fancy departs: no more invent,
Contract thy firmament
To compass of a tent.
There’s not enough for this and that,
Make thy option which of two;
Economize the failing river,
Not the less revere the Giver,
Leave the many and hold the few.
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As the bird trims her to the gale,
I trim myself to the storm of time,
I man the rudder, reef the sail,
Obey the voice at eve obeyed at prime:
‘Lowly faithful, banish fear,
Right onward drive unharmed;
The port, well worth the cruise, is near,
And every wave is charmed.’
This poem was submitted by Waldo Emerson.
Let’s see now. How will I know when I am a senior.
Hmmmmmmm…..
Some places give me a senior’s discount at 55, some at 60 and some
at 65.
My government pension will be sent to me when I am 65.
My company will arbitrarily retire me at 65. (I’m going to beat them
to the punch and retire at 60.)
So that means that parts of our society think ’senior’ begins at 55.
How will I personally know?
Well, with a little bit of luck, I don’t think I’ll ever know.
It’s all in how you play the game, isn’t it?
This poem was submitted by Sunny.
O, blest retirement! friend to life’s decline -
How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these,
A youth of labor with an age of ease!
This poem was submitted by Goldsmith.
There is something I will Miss,
A Wonderful Colleague at the Office,
Having You around was always Nice,
You were always there for Help & Advice,
No More Long Work Hours, and Tense Mornings,
No More Work Pressure, No Deadline Warnings,
Now, Its Your Time to Chill and Relax,
Enjoy with Your Family, share Jokes and Gags,
After Your Retirement, Life will not be same,
You can spend hours on TV, or a Favorite Game.
Tons of Good Wishes I would like to send,
For a Joyful Future of my Retiring Friend !
This poem was submitted by Cindi.
The days are getting wonderfully Shorter now
To make them longer I don’t want to know how
From all of you I will soon have to depart
But, you will always remain in my heart
I will miss you, that I can say is true
My being will be feeling blue
Not about leaving the job for retirement ahead
More of not seeing all of you I will dread
Don’t forget the laughter and unique times we had to do
For I won’t forget what I went through with all of you
Some were the foundation of my working day
Many were my humor needed in every way
Few were trials to make a working day feel longer
And those that left before me made me stronger
If I happen to meet you another day
I will let you know if I am doing ok
And now the last thing to say as I said before
I will miss you all when I walk out the door
By: Susan Waltman
Retirement’s a time we all hope to find,
With no clock to watch except in our mind.
The daily demands of the job that you choose,
Take its toll, and you worry, afraid you will lose
The thing you worked for all of the years
To leave only heartaches misery and tears
You are most fortunate to achieve your goal
And retire with health and family still whole.
With carefree days to spend as you will
If you like you can go and just sit on a hill
To take time to look and study the ground
And enjoy the beauty that’s spread all around
A happy time of your life it should be
For there are a great many wonders to see
Free time to do the things in your dreams
To camp, hurt, or fish the crystal clear streams
To get close to nature on intimate terms
It’s a good way to live as a person soon learns
By: Mahfooz Ali
He’d drink by himself
And raise a weathered thumb,
Towards the high shelf,
Calling another rum.
Recollecting memories
Of colossal joys and pain
Pretty damsels and swaying hips
Living in a dreamy world with great spirits.
He’s a pleasure delight
O’er charged with burthen of own love’s might
More than that tongue that more hath more expressed,
O learn to read what silent love hath wrapped
Heavy eyelids to the weary night
Dost thou desires be broken
While shadows mock thy sight?
It is thy spirit that thou think so right
O no! Thy love, though none for me, is all oh so right!
A stranger in disguise, passes through the way
Painting my age with beauty of gone days
Methinks no face so gracious is as mine
Adieu, no haste, Memories are but delight!
By: Ilaxi Sudhir Patel
In the quiet country side out east of Cloud Chief
My family waited for my birth with anticipation
Dust was extra thick as we were in the dust bowl
But through it all I added one to the population
From Cloud Chief to Stillwater and on to Peoria
These stops on the Road of Life I called my home
Then after retirement I made the move to Yukon
To be near red dirt roads on which I love to roam
By: John McCornack
After thirty years the day of decision has come
It is time to consider quitting and reducing stress
You fear you will be bored and have the doldrums
Time to slow the rapid pace and go out for recess.
It’s a good idea to take time for some relaxation
Working overtime results in multi-digit taxation
Take a boat and paddle to a quiet fishing spot
Retirement is your reward for that stomach knot
Lift the years of pleasing the boss and immobility
Place them on the table next to responsibility
Let someone else be at the controls; take a cruise
It’s time to put away those heavy work shoes
By: Theresa Moore