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 earth
There is always something [...]

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 [...]

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 make him as a fittest to survive [...]

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 they’re facing
They go female hors-ey chasing
To better all [...]

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 I called my home
Then [...]

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.
This poem was written/submitted by Bryan Taplits.

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 written/submitted by Bill Grace.

Icy water and dense fog
Mostly boating – no swimming
Okay to read by the log
Or close your eyes while dreaming
Nice retirement dream spot
In the thick wooded forest
Boasting over fish just caught
Whether richest or poorest
One cold night telling stories
Chewing toasted marshmallows
Right under the galaxies
With rainbows and dark shadows
Rumors and speculation
Not in this trance paradise
No misinterpretation
Just water [...]