Retirement Poems And Poetry

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.

Daniel Lloyd Kennedy.

On Retirement

Retirement…
Retire man, so what!
‘Tis just a natural thing
That many tend to do.

‘Tis not the end;
‘Tis a beginning, dear friend;
‘Tis a Godsend;
And He will fend.

So, keep your calm;
Retirement’s a balm,
For wearied body, mind!
A new happiness, you’ll find.

And God will take you,
In a newer direction;
With Heaven as goal,
Why then worry, pal?

Cheer up man!
And pray as fervently as you can;
Life will be fine,
Once again.

God will provide;
God will decide;
Just rest awhile
And wear a smile.

Today will be gone;
The morrow will be born;
God will your life adorn
When comes a new morn!

A new door opens, right today;
Despair not brother, ne’er, nay!
This is your great DAY!
You’ll soon be in your new way!
God bless you!

Dr John Celes.

Retirement

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.

Theresa Moore.

Only The Living Can Cry

Depressed
is his retirement
Disconsolate
her retreat,
One wonders why-
Since success it thrived
Beneath their fruited feet.

But suicide-
they both decide-
would be the best for them,
Though young-
Eternal nescience
Without the flim or flam.

But one wonders why
They volunteer to
die
Minus sage and withered
gumption,
The old-
Oh, yes
one can understand-
For they have not
the option.

Bryan Taplits.