Retired (So Said Fred) Poem by Randy McClave

'I won't be able to retire until I am dead'
'The government taxed me to death, ” so said Fred
So now he watches the clock, so he won't get docked
I will always remember those words that he had said

Now I live my days with both hope and desire
That one day soon that I can retire
My investments made, my bills will be paid
Then the sun and sleep is all that I will require

The bosses I remembered they would curse and chew
But never could they swallow either me or you
They would rant and rave, as though I was a slave
But I did my job and happily to them I will bid adieu

When that day arrives I will have not been fired
I will be living off my pension and happily retired
A happy man will be me, as I will be a retiree
And I will reflect back to the days when I was hired

One day soon all of our names will all be read
Hopefully not in the obituaries, but as the Retirees instead
We will be our own boss, we'll carry our own cross
'Now let's see this company survive, ” as so said Fred

Randy L. McClave