Array ( [sid] => 181925 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Studying for Retirement [time] => 2015-10-06 23:12:03 [hometext] => You may need a tutor! [bodytext] => I still get up. I go to work. I still love what I do.
I’ll probably be doing this when I am 72!

I could stay home. I could sleep in; or visit new environments!
But leisure’s not my strong suit; In truth? I flunked retirement!

Some need a reason to get dressed; some need a place to go;
A place where others count on them; and faces that they know!

Some need a witness to their life; and problems to resolve;
And someone who will miss them if they don’t show up at all.

A place where they find value in something they contribute.
Some like to be depended on; it pays their ego tribute.

(I once retired for 10 whole years and took up poems and art;
I cruised, I flew, I partied, I gave it my whole heart.

I organized my rolodex, my closets, and I cooked!
I entertained, I volunteered, my calendar was booked.

My house was clean, my garden lush, my afternoons were lazy;
I wandered round the local malls, my credit cards went crazy.

Til every day was just the same - Sunday, Monday, Friday…
and I was actually contemplating polishing my driveway;)

I realized that retirement may not be a promotion;
And some of us aren’t happy when our backfield’s not in motion!

So when young people tell me that they work just for the money;
And they can’t wait to quit one day, I find it somewhat funny;

That every time that grandkids come to talk of their careers;
They know they must give equal time so we can fill their ears;

(In that unguarded moment when retirement seems contrary):
With stories of those glory days when we were necessary! [comments] => 4 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 44 [informant] => softerware [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Nostalgic ) Your Poetry Dot Com - Studying for Retirement


Studying for Retirement
Date: Tuesday, 6th October 2015 @ 11:12:03 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: softerware
I still get up. I go to work. I still love what I do.
I’ll probably be doing this when I am 72!

I could stay home. I could sleep in; or visit new environments!
But leisure’s not my strong suit; In truth? I flunked retirement!

Some need a reason to get dressed; some need a place to go;
A place where others count on them; and faces that they know!

Some need a witness to their life; and problems to resolve;
And someone who will miss them if they don’t show up at all.

A place where they find value in something they contribute.
Some like to be depended on; it pays their ego tribute.

(I once retired for 10 whole years and took up poems and art;
I cruised, I flew, I partied, I gave it my whole heart.

I organized my rolodex, my closets, and I cooked!
I entertained, I volunteered, my calendar was booked.

My house was clean, my garden lush, my afternoons were lazy;
I wandered round the local malls, my credit cards went crazy.

Til every day was just the same - Sunday, Monday, Friday…
and I was actually contemplating polishing my driveway;)

I realized that retirement may not be a promotion;
And some of us aren’t happy when our backfield’s not in motion!

So when young people tell me that they work just for the money;
And they can’t wait to quit one day, I find it somewhat funny;

That every time that grandkids come to talk of their careers;
They know they must give equal time so we can fill their ears;

(In that unguarded moment when retirement seems contrary):
With stories of those glory days when we were necessary!

This poem is Copyright © softerware


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