Take his Advice That He Is Giving You Younge Men Because It Is Honest He is Telling you To Put Money On The Side For Your Retirement This poem was written/submitted by Aldo Kraas.

Right on the day we enter Know well that we will quit the center With the bonus of extended sixty Well served with grace and plenty Why then the fear and feeling Of depression and desolation right to the ceiling! Retirement is not the end of life Sure it’s blossom of a lovely life That [...]

How do you define human existence on earth? Some say our life on earth is like a journey The journey begins from the day we are born And terminates the day we die Others say that our life is a school We start learning from the day we are born Everyday of our life on [...]

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 [...]

I was waiting from the school for my lessons and for my teachers I was waiting to get a good job and to marry a girl to my life i was waiting in a nursing home to see the new face of my son I was waiting to admit my son in a school to [...]

It is very much astounding And somewhat more confounding What happens when a horse no longer races If the horse is just a mudder He can still become a studder To enjoy his future life that he now faces Horses done with racing Find mares so all embracing Fraternizing with their sexy concubines When retirement [...]

Where did all the hippies go to a Bohemian retirement home where they play the ”Grateful Dead” to soothe their aged techno heads contented living out their lives like the poem in their mind where Altruism isn’t dead just hidden in the mesh of time This poem was written/submitted by Adryan Rotica.

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 [...]

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 [...]

Retired, I will never grow long hair It is the least that I can do To show those who wear the uniform That there are ties that bind Beyond hierarchhy or position Or the fate of those who fall There are ties that bind That keep one spirit ever in your line. This poem was [...]