Retirement dreams
retirement, the business
of settling down to the ebb
of life before time pulls out its
hands to close its doors on us,
one last cold cold setback everybody
has to take lying down, and without
even the privilege of expressing
whether we like it all or not.
everything's too planned in
advance sorry, like this retirement.
retirees are sunflowers tilting
and shining a splendid lustrous
dextrous yellow in the evening breeze,
in the full splendour of the sun before they
slowly gently glide into the hands of the
expansive horizon, dip into infinity of time.
sweet and honey for those who
have the means and the plans
to live out their sunset dreams but a
turbulent outing for those uninterested
in squeezing the succulent grapes of youth
to make the exquisite thrilling wines of vantage years
the days run on and on like a race to nowhere
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Retirement Rendezvous
Retirement rendezvous
There is a member who is new
Who requires some type of rescue!
Looking back at life’s preview
He has had his kids
Been wise and stupid
Smoked enough weed
Aging exhibits on both eyelids
Retirement rendezvous
No more young dreams to pursue
A time he was young with hope
Goals matured and developed
But time took away that potential scope
Retirement rendezvous
Old age has at last struck for true
Retirement rendezvous
Today he joins the old pensioners’ crew
Stuck in his fresh basement
He scorns retirement at its commencement
With continuous utter resentment
Thinking it is a washed up experiment
Retirement rendezvous
Today, old age seems to be of no value
Retirement rendezvous
A new life and a new official venue
Retirement rendezvous
Some meet at the post office queue
Others meet at the bookies avenue
Leaving only when the night is due
The alarm clock has ceased ringing
The ladies have stopped singing
The bread winner is no longer bringing
To him nothing anymore is inspiring!
Retirement rendezvous
Why is life such a screw?
Retirement rendezvous
Is this a new life for true?
Retirement rendezvous
His thoughts he has to subdue
For him life still continues
Forthwith he looks at life with a new view!
(2007)
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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The Dreams
Spare a little candle
Save some light for me
Figures up ahead
Moving in the trees
White skin in linen
Perfume on my wrist
And the full moon that hangs over
These dreams in the mist
Darkness on the edge
Shadows where I stand
I search for the time
On a watch with no hands
I want to see you clearly
Come closer than this
But all I remember
Are the dreams in the mist
These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside
Every moment I'm awake the further I'm away
Is it cloak n dagger
Could it be spring or fall
I walk without a cut
Through a stained glass wall
Weaker in my eyesight
The candle in my grip
And words that have no form
Are falling from my lips
These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside
Every moment I'm awake the further I'm away
There's something out there
I can't resist
I need to hide away from the pain
There's something out there
I can't resist
The sweetest song is silence
That I've ever heard
Funny how your feet
In dreams never touch the earth
In a wood full of princes
Freedom is a kiss
But the prince hides his face
From dreams in the mist
These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside
Every moment I'm awake the further I'm away
These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside
Every moment I'm awake the further I'm away
song performed by by Heart
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Amber Autumn (Sonnet)
To some, their youth was just sublime.
Then age crept up and over time
Their joy then faded with the years
As body changes led to fears.
Their days are spent rememb’ring when...
They long to see their youth again.
For those whose youth was filled with strife,
Their autumn years are best in life.
Now their retirement Is here,
Old age is far from what they fear.
Time now to enjoy and savour
Their rewards for past times labour.
It’s time to spread their wings and fly,
To enjoy God’s gifts ‘fore they die.
poem by Connie Marcum Wong
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Retirement
For fifty years I've laboured away
working towards my retirement day.
And all that time I'm glad to say
God has provided my needs for each day.
So as I enter this retirement phase
my heart is full of gladness and of praise.
For, God Who's been with me all the way
will walk with me ‘til my final day.
Then through heaven's gate we shall go
where the songs of angels eternal flow.
There with the saints I'll sing my praise
before the throne of the Ancient of days.
Hilda's retirement.
Hilda has been a postlady
For 18 years or so.
She really has enjoyed her job
but now it's time to go.
She'll have lots of time to make cakes
and give the grass a mow.
So let's wish her
'Happy retirement'
now she swaps her bike for a hoe,
Hilda's retirement 30 August 2003
poem by Ruth Street
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Pre-Retired
Well I'm almost there ya know
that full retirement kinda place.
I'm not old enough to collect any money
can't find a job, with age lines upon my face!
So I guess I'm pre-retired?
I don't have another name, yet for it!
But if this is what retirement is like
where all you do is, just write poems and sit!
Then I'd rather be ten feet under
or something sorta like that!
I use to have a great figure
now all I am is a ball of, pre-retired FAT!
Wife still is working full time
and she looks a lot better than me!
She stays out all night after working
with her girlfriends, not me!
I'm boring I guess, and feel out of place
no real purpose felt anymore.
I use to be a manager of twelve employees
in a large, retail discount store!
So don't tell me about retirement!
and how great it is for you!
It stinks to be pre-retired
and think when my full retirement comes
It won't feel anything like you!
poem by Linda Winchell
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sleep now baby it is late
dreams, have some dreams
you need dreams to appease you
i will not be with you
anymore
come summer time
the sun shines in full glory
and i will be with my sunflowers
the wind
and the moon and some stars to carry me away
from my previous rainy days,
so sleep now,
dream about the sunflowers and let your hair flow freely
with the wind,
forget him for a while, think some more,
destiny awaits you
with so much anticipation,
without plans.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Canadian Canary
sleep now baby it is late
dreams, have some dreams
you need dreams to appease you
i will not be with you
anymore
come summer time
the sun shines in full glory
and i will be with my sunflowers
the wind
and the moon and some stars to carry me away
from my previous rainy days,
so sleep now,
dream about the sunflowers and let your hair flow freely
with the wind,
forget him for a while, think some more,
destiny awaits you
with so much anticipation,
without plans.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sunset on Sunset
Sunset to our sunsets I never thought
For all day long the moments I longed
You you you why did you go
You you you what should I do
Wanna close the curtains
Wanna close the doors
Wanna bring the darkness
Before the sunset starts
How to stop my heart
Thumping up the beat
Waiting for the hands
Waiting for the hands
No no no no no
Cant close my eyes
Cos I feel the lips
All those evening pecks
You you you why did you go
You you you what should I do
Sunset to our sunsets I never thought
For all day long the moments I longed
Yellow yellow then red
Nah nah nah
Red is green for me
Oh how can I play
Waiting waiting for you
Come and start the game
Oh how long to wait
Oh how long to wait
Wish it is dark
Dark and dark forever
Where sun never shows
So it never sets
Sunset to our sunsets I never thought
For all day long the moments I longed
You you you why did you go
You you you what should I do
poem by Rowving Smith
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One Voice
Her family raised and gone,
she, too, has moved on
beyond the life of her youth;
its yoke of responsibility cast off.
From a career's daily grind
'retirement' now redefines her;
even the old voices of guilt
have been silenced
when polish and dusting cloths
wait for the housekeeper's hands
and the vacuum roars
in someone else's ears.
She's about the business
of living her golden years;
the only voice she hears
at long last...
is her own.
poem by Carolyn Brunelle
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Wrangell Mountain Song
Sunday, and it's raining in Alaska. Seven days, I haven't seen the sun.
Flying bush, flying low along the shoreline, doing everything I can to make it home.
I can't wait to see the Wrangell Mountains. I can't wait to do what I will do.
Honey, did I never say how time goes by so slowly
when I can't wait to get back home to you.
Three years from the war, settled down now.
I did my time and served my country well.
In the freedom I defended, I fly beneath the North Star,
And I just don't know a better way to feel.
I can't wait to see the Wrangell Mountains. I can't wait to do what I will do.
Honey, did I never say how time goes by so slowly
when I can't wait to get back home to you.
It's a quiet life out here among the mountains
in a cabin that was built with these two hands.
McCarthy lies asleep beside the glacier. It's colder now, winter's in the air.
If you think they're wild, it's just because they can't be broken,
it's a strong and gentle people living there.
I can't wait to see the Wrangell Mountains. I can't wait to do what I will do.
Honey, did I never say how time goes by so slowly
when I can't wait to get back home to you.
Honey, did I never say how time goes by so slowly
when I can't wait to get back home to you.
song performed by by John Denver
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The current institutionally provided retirement plans will not cover people's needs upon retirement.
quote by Scott Cook
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The Dying Sun
The sun used to shine so bright
now dimmed by the winter storm
the days seem to be all twilight
the sun on my face is no longer warm
The sun no longer grace us with her affection
Days are cold and the nights are freezing
Sharp pains piercing straight through my bones
Hear my plea You can make the sun shining
I look at you though I see the warmth
Yet I feel a cold chill and a bitter spirit
Coldness I can feel slowly squeezing my heart
A silent tear running down on my cold cheek
The days and nights are fading into one
Never to see a tree blossom or a flower bloom
I beg for shine until the last of my dying breath
But I can only hear the sun’s whispers of death
Hear my prayer please be here
Keep my sun shining throughout the day
I need your warmth to keep me well
Or in a cold bitter place I bid you goodbye
poem by Kay Barcelon
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Weather love
The wind, the rain, the sunset
all in one place,
is it possible for such thing to be seen all at once?
seems to me like it is every time we have those occasional small talks
when the wind comes through
it probably means your words will be cold even if its June
but they glide by my side because
i know those harsh words don't come from your sweet heart
it cant be possible for you to be kind when you're feeling cold inside
let me warm you up
you shove me aside and say no
that's when it starts to pour
the rain falling down my face
because god knows how much it hurts
to be neglected and rejected
by the person who you'll give your life away
and when it rains it thunders
and life keeps getting colder
the wind and the rain threw me over
but next day it was over
the sunset took over
this must means you're okay
no more sadness or confused face
and you take me with you once again
and we are happier than yesterday
but who said its staying this way
the weather always changes
its an unpredictable world that i face everyday
but you're worth it
you're worth the chills, the pain, the pouring rain
and you're worth everything
when the sunset is visible again.
poem by Melissa Lora
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Sweet Evening Breeze
I was loud and a little sad
She was visiting from atlanta, georgia
She had come to spend the summer with her dad
I thought she was very pretty
We would kiss and hold hands
Every night by the football field
Her body was tan
From the afternoons by the public swimming pool
Chorus:
Sweet evening breeze
Blows around my thoughts and memories
As I lie here today
And drink my tea
I can still see
Sweet evening breeze
I saw her in a coffee shop
In a big hotel down in austin, texas
She had cut her long hair off
And replaced it with
Blue eyes of sadness
Still acted like we were kids
And she told me that she had to marry
And she asked me if I did
Still remember
Chorus:
Sweet evening breeze
Blows around my thoughts and memories
As I lie here today
And drink my tea
I can still see
Sweet evening breeze
How redundant the future can be
These days of old are very, very
Ridiculous for me to see
When I think about the real gone stories
And how time holds the winning hand
I can tell by the lines on our faces
And the young cant understand
That they look at me
When they look at themselves
Chorus:
Oh, sweet evening breeze
Blows around my thoughts and memories
As I lie here today
And drink my tea
I can still see
Sweet evening breeze
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Our Hands
My hands once warm,
And clothed in yours,
my hands once full,
and held in yours.
Empty hands,
Cold hands,
my hands have lost their,
Partner as you once were for me,
Your hands at once rough,
and soft,
Always gentle when in mine,
our hands would meet to fill the cold,
My hands now empty cover tears,
my hands once warm now with
a freezing touch,
your hands are gone,
the warmth they held has left,
these hands of mine.
poem by Rebecca Adams
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My Retirement Years' (For everyone over 62!)
Has anyone else noticed
the new working standards and means?
for those of retirement years, is this what it seems?
That if your able bodied to still work
your employer makes your job harder and act like jerks?
They take you aside and tell you your doing bad
this makes for your day, to be unproductive, quite empty and sad!
You've given them, some of the best years of your life!
So you could have two and a half children, a home and a wife.
But now the environment, your working in cause
walking through your humble abode
with your hands, in outstretching of claws!
I'm over the hill they say, not wanted anymore!
they'd like to have me get so upset
That I would walk out their door!
I thought at the end, retierment, would be my choice to make?
and not that done by some hired henchman
doing companies, pain in the butt heart breaks!
I didn't give all my best years
so I would be treated like crap!
I'll stand my ground, if I have to take it to the TOP!
And then they'll all see, just where
this so called old bucks going to stop!
No company is so big, that they can treat me like this!
I am an American who fought, so this company could even exist!
If they have a profit to make, don't take it out of me!
I fought for this country, so all people could have choices and be FREE!
Don't mess with me, I'm an American retirement age man!
And when I'm darn good and ready!
I'LL CHOSE, when I blow this pop stand!
poem by Linda Winchell
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Man In The Ocean
This is a song for the man who went down
This is a song for the man in the ocean
This is a heartbeat
This is a part of me
Everyone's reading in, in the papers
Feeling the fear and forgetting it later
This is a heartbeat
This is a part of me
This is the first step learning to fall
These are the wings, this is the call
This is the first kiss, bringing it home
This is the breath and the sex and the bones
And my hands, are full of life
And the rhythm in you, is the rhythm in me
And my hands, are full of life
Oooh, you make me feel
And this is the curse to the wave, that threw you
This is the shame of the years I slept
This is the glory, these are the tears
This is the longing in your belly
This is the siren in your veins
This is the light in the eyes of angels
This is the dark in the heart of danger
And my hands, are full of life
And the rhythm in you, is the rhythm in me
And my hands, are full of life
Oooh, you make me feel
We live forever our minds
A bit still we know there's never time
Enough to share the ones we loved
Enough to have to care to live above
I feel the chain that brings to time
I feel the way you left behind
I feel, this is a part of me
And my hands, are full of life
And the rhythm in you, is the rhythm in me
And my hands, are full of life
Oooh, you make me feel
And I know how loud a heart can beat
And the rhythm in you, is the rhythm in me
And I know, I know
Cause I've heard them scream
This is a heartbeat, this is a part of me
This is a heartbeat, this is a part of me
This is a heartbeat, this is a part of me
This is a heartbeat, this is a part of me
song performed by by Heather Nova
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S p l e n d o u r
The splendour in the elephant..
the splendour in a king;
the splendour in the human race;
the splendour of the rain, the seas;
the splendour which is God in gods;
with that same splendour, make me splendid, Lord..
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from the RgVeda
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Varied Visions Of Retirement
RETIREMENT: An acquired belief that failure is impossible.
Investments made early-on, makes dividends more profitable.
Beneath it all, the pride of your labors will show.
Like a harvest moon or a brightly colored rainbow.
RETIREMENT: An emotional calmness, filled with tranquillity.
Extraordinary comforts - turn dreams into reality...
Holding this thought: Retirement is not a career ending...
New attractions, plus foresight - makes it a career beginning.
RETIREMENT: An intriguingly different lifestyle.
Imagine vividly your ego at peace for a while.
Without sacrifice your future has become a realness.
Custom designed an made valid by your own success.
RETIREMENT: An optional transitional symbol in careers.
Labors disgraces no one- no side effects- no fears.
Whenever questions of your success is in debate...
With pride convey your past reactions to any twist in fate.
RETIREMENT: An unconditional career for any season.
Great benefits, with unlimited freedoms for every reason.
This Era of unstoppable individual freedom is supreme.
A time to reflect on your momentum of pend- up dreams.
poem by Juanita Farrar
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