If there are any seniors around this poem is for them
Retirement Bliss Not Blues
When retirement age draws near,
There lurks an unknown fear,
Of being a nobody…….
Once a somebody!!
How Faulty this thinking is,
When life gets a fresh lease,
To do what one really wants,
With none to boss with shouts and taunts.
Doing things at a tarried pace,
No more to rush or race,
Stopping by to smell the flowers,
Sitting by the sea for hours.
Relaxing in ones favourite chair,
With no tension, not a care,
Doing what one wants to do,
With hobbies revived and interests too.
Plenty of time to cheer the weary,
Share it with the said and dreary,
The world needs these mature minds,
Among them are some rare finds.
Cheer up all you about to retire,
The world as you think is not on fire,
Move forward with a healthy mind,
And happiness, you are sure to find.
Retirement Bliss Not Blues
When retirement age draws near,
There lurks an unknown fear,
Of being a nobody…….
Once a somebody!!
How Faulty this thinking is,
When life gets a fresh lease,
To do what one really wants,
With none to boss with shouts and taunts.
Doing things at a tarried pace,
No more to rush or race,
Stopping by to smell the flowers,
Sitting by the sea for hours.
Relaxing in ones favourite chair,
With no tension, not a care,
Doing what one wants to do,
With hobbies revived and interests too.
Plenty of time to cheer the weary,
Share it with the said and dreary,
The world needs these mature minds,
Among them are some rare finds.
Cheer up all you about to retire,
The world as you think is not on fire,
Move forward with a healthy mind,
And happiness, you are sure to find.