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In this page, poems on / about “retirement” are listed.

  • 229.
    Caterpllar Welcomes John McCornack

    By the shores of old Pee-o-ree,
    Mule and rider stopping, resting.
    Mule deciding 'gainst going onward...
    Dying from the weight, McCornack's. read more »

    John McCornack
  • 230.
    Miss Jones

    Her lower jaw
    (a class three, my dentist father
    would have termed it)
    jutted forward pugnaciously. read more »

    Alison Cassidy
  • 231.
    Fight Night....A Lesson In Boxing Someone Around

    Well studied in religion, philosophy and attempted suicide
    He has finally after years decided all three are useless to him
    He'd rather kill or be killed than die by his own hand
    Or that of a major pharmaceuticals company read more »

    Ted Sheridan
  • 232.
    To Rest My Soul

    With the passing of every day
    Sure I see the parting of lovely way
    Lot of change in the official life
    Not less change in the actual life read more »

    Subbaraman N V
  • 233.
    We Are Near Life's Finish Line

    I feel happy for you mister on your huge superannuation payout
    You've earned it so you can relax that's what life should be about
    You and your wife can dine out better now and drink more expensive wine
    Yet you and I only one thing in common share we are near life's finish line. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 234.
    There Is Too Much to Be Enjoyed

    If my needs are not met
    I have no regret leaving
    These days have activated
    My wishes and dreams read more »

    Lawrence S. Pertillar
  • 235.
    For Many

    For many life is an uphill battle the years have brought gray to your hair
    And your face that has known many Seasons wears the lines of worry and care
    The boys and girls you went to school with like you have known a better day
    And old father time keeps on ticking and ticking and ticking away. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 236.

    Propositioned passions torment me
    Conversation dulls me to inner wit
    Why do I listen to thee in solitude?
    Hope laid waste like winter solstice read more »

    Robert Sheridan
  • 237.

    After months of tedious
    Boring, heavy, tiresome
    Atrocious, appalling, nude
    Light, offensive and etc. work read more »

    Ayi Escalona
  • 238.
    Dharma Chakra

    What Buddha set in motion,
    The Wheel of Dharma
    Was already, always in motion. read more »

    Daniel Trevelyn Joseph
  • 239.
    Retired Boater

    Thru the door....

    Oh! Another floor. read more »

    George BernardBloodyShaw
  • 240.
    # In a Reflective Mood

    Life has no gurantees...
    Mind has no boundaries...

    Love has no expiry date.... read more »

    Mamta Agarwal
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