Old Happy Face!
Profession has inspired me
rendering service to the clients
on the status of their health status
made sure that my analysis are correct
in which the doctors based their diagnosis
days in my whole life have been all work
as it comes to end this retirement day.
Today marks my honorable exit
on reaping what I sow for years
rise to claim the accolade I deserve
nothing more uplifting than retirement
onwards I shall wear an old happy face.
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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Happy Old Face
Profession has inspired you
rendering service to the clients
on the status of their health status
made sure that your analysis are correct
in which the doctors based their diagnosis
days in your life have been all work
as it come to retirement today.
Today marks your honorable exit
on reaping what you sow for years
rise and claim the accolade you deserve
nothing ever more uplifting than retirement
on this day onwards you shall see happy old face.
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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My Simple Award
I was informed just lately
That I am among those to be called
Who will be rewarded a service pin?
For having served for twenty five years
An accolade for doing public service
Is quite an honor for being recognized
But like five years ago when I did not
Come up to the stage to receive such
For me it is not important
To receive with any award
For what I do is simply my job
To perform what I was trained for
It makes me sad to learn now
After twenty five years of working
I will be called in front of the public
To accept the fact that soon I have to go
Retirement is a bonus phase in life
Forced to give up work for becoming old
Aging marks that sooner one's life will end
My youth used up for service is my sole bliss
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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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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Scapegoatism
When the going is smooth,
When success is the standard
When compliments flow from all angles
And the group is swimming in brilliance
They misappropriate the praises
They appropriate the prizes
They arrogate credit for good decisions
They usurp the tribute for choice of suitable strategy
They claim the accolade for the group's glory
And steal the honour of becoming the acclaimed
But when the going becomes tough
When defeat is experienced
When strategies do not deliver
When victory becomes a mirage
When challenges stir the group the face
When criticisms flow from all directions
And the group assumes the status of a joker
They point accusing figures at others
They craftily jettison the blames
Allocate all the condemnations to others
Apportion none of the censures to themselves
They exonerate themselves from all faults
They acquit and discharge themselves
From all the charges preferred against the group
And escapes any form of punishment
The unsung hero's in the good days,
Become the culprits during bad days.
They bear the brunt for poor results.
The heroes of the good days,
Lead in the call to crucify,
The imaginary culprits of failure.
They are sent on compulsory retirement
With condemnation and dishonor
This is called ‘scapegoatism'
poem by Emmanuel Oduro
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Many Seek Status
To acknowledge that I 'am'
Who I 'am' and in the 'now'
Of my life!
Is for me a major achievement.
And one I live excuse free.
One based upon truth and honesty!
Many seek status.
Like an apparatus to mask.
Perhaps with hopes,
An acceptance is passed.
Or something that is approved...
As a test or a task.
If a status is proclaimed,
With wishes to keep one connected.
The time will not be long...
Until someone comes along,
To define that status wrong!
And pursued at the expense,
On one's identity...
That is compensated usually,
To eventually dispense.
To acknowledge that I 'am'
Who I 'am' and in the 'now'
Of my life!
Is for me a major achievement.
And one I live excuse free.
With a peace of mind,
I am glad to find...
Based upon truth and honesty!
And anyone who does not see it that way...
It is okay.
I am not going to debate it!
I am not in the pursuit of status!
To attract materialistic dreams.
With shine, sheen or gleam.
As a first time passenger on my journey...
I seek only God to please.
With deeds.
And a gratefulness to do so.
Many seek status!
And perhaps,
For them...
That is what God has assigned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On Retirement
Retirement?
Retire man, so what!
’Tis just a natural thing
That many tend to do.
’Tis not the end;
’Tis a beginning, dear friend;
’Tis a Godsend;
And He will fend.
So, keep your calm;
Retirement’s a balm,
For wearied body, mind!
A new happiness, you’ll find.
And God will take you,
In a newer direction;
With Heaven as goal,
Why then worry, pal?
Cheer up man!
And pray as fervently as you can;
Life will be fine,
Once again.
God will provide;
God will decide;
Just rest awhile
And wear a smile.
Today will be gone;
The morrow will be born;
God will your life adorn
When comes a new morn!
A new door opens, right today;
Despair not brother, ne’er, nay!
This is your great DAY!
You’ll soon be in your new way!
God bless you!
poem by John Celes
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Doctor's Day In India
Though once a year comes Doctor's Day,
Let us celebrate it;
‘A noble profession', all say;
Accolades, let's befit.
All doctors must improve health-care
Of world's sick/suffering souls;
Let doctors toil for sick-welfare,
Assuming varied roles.
The world needs better doctors more -
A dedicated lot;
They form the health-providers core -
A sacrificing slot!
May doctors work most selflessly;
May patients benefit;
May doctors serve them faultlessly,
And heal all, bit by bit!
poem by John Celes
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Human Existence On Earth
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 new to learn
The schooling ends the day we die
Few compare our life on earth to the sun
Our sunrise is the day we are born
While our sun sets on the day we die
Our life can also be likened to a flower
The flower is planted the day we are born
As we grow up, our flower germinates
When we reach middle-age
Our flower blooms and sparkles
After we retire, our flower fades away
Life of humans can also be equated to the four seasons
The spring covers birth to adolescent years
Summer of our life begins from adolescent to middle-age
While fall season starts from middle-age to retirement
The winter of our life will be from retirement to death
Another analogy is to liken human existence on earth
To the waxing and waning of the moon
From our birth to the time we retire from active service
Can be compared to waxing of the new moon to full moon
While our life from retirement to our death
Can be associated with the waning of full moon to new moon
Whatever may be your own analysis of life?
Always live everyday to the fullest
poem by Julius Babarinsa
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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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Rendering
Advance to be recognized…
is a call made to award
those who have served
the government for public service
after 20,25,30,35 or mores years
of work till retirement age.
Walk up to the stage…
to receive a pin and certificate
marking the dedicated vocation
that each one has rendered
through the long years
of patiently doing a job.
For those who just finished 20 years…
be inspired by those seniors
who were ahead and now retiring,
they are an epitome of idealism
doing their part in the society
and become asset not liability.
But why persist....?
To spend one's prime
as public servant, instead
of venturing to greater height
and build an empire of wealth
like the self-made billionaires.
Money is not everything…
Yes it can provide almost all
That man seeks in this world
Yet, the real joy is finding
Self- fulfillment by serving others
For such opportunity is true honor.
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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Our government makes the simple promise of a secure retirement to every American who works for many years and contributes to our retirement benefit system.
It Was Just A Job
Today I lost my job, but what did I really lose?
I can get another one, and I can pick and choose
A job is only work you do to earn a buck or two
Get up early, punch the clock and work the whole day through
Someone else will get the glory and the bonus you worked for
And this goes on for years til you can’t do it anymore.
If you are lucky you can make it til retirement age
Or then again you could be like me and be escorted off the stage
But what I took with me was something they can’t take away
And I can use it anytime I want on any given day
For what I took with me was a lifetime of memories
Of sharing life with friends I made and the comradery
poem by Donna McCord
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In Touch With Self
Status and who has it...
Isn't often in appearance detected.
Status and who has it...
May be influenced,
By one's ability...
To be in touch with self.
And many try to keep this out of reach.
Since a status had that one has and keeps,
Can not be taught to teach.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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.
Single Blessedness (Acrostic)
Pressures and hassles gone
restless hours are all done
on this retirement day
memories of work stay
indulgence of freedom
draws no boredom
as a single woman
Tomorrow remains unseen
over the years still dreamin'
right now my time has come
never shall I feel lonesome
onwards I live to the fullest
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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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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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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Who Was The Guilty One?
One was never the one
guilty guilty...
of not loving
other partner enough.
You were meant
to be with me...
eternally but your not.
Therefore
committed you were not...
equal to
a great love
or supreme sacrifices...
needed.
Were you too afraid
to commit to love...
in a gross material age
where everything
is sold at...
market price?
Does your job status
justify justify...
your menial existence?
Or is your life
still meaningful...
with status but no love?
Or is your life
still meaningless...
with status but no love?
One life in the material
where status reigns supreme.
One life in the ephemeral
walking back beyond between.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Oh Happy Days
Oh happy days,
Everyone likes you.
Oh happy days,
Please stay today.
Oh happy days,
Sweet like honey.
Oh happy days,
loving family ties.
Oh happy days,
Giving us strength.
Oh happy days,
Children out playing.
Oh happy days,
On the green grass.
Oh happy days,
With boundless optimism.
Oh happy days,
I give thanks.
Oh happy days,
Dreaming for more.
Oh happy days,
Warm and bright.
Oh happy days,
Like love eternal.
Oh happy days,
And glad memories.
Oh happy days,
New hope prayers.
Oh happy days,
With smiling faces.
Oh happy days,
Holidays and health.
Oh happy days,
With close friends.
Oh happy days,
Generous and giving.
Oh happy days,
Shiny rainbow dreams.
Oh happy days,
Till the very end.
Oh happy days,
Always and forever.
Amen.
poem by Rowina Mallick
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We Live In An Ageist Society
We live in an ageist society where ageing people are treated as second class
Where the ageing man and ageing woman are seen as inferior to the young man and the young lass
And the older you get life gets harder the future belong to the young
And so many on retirement pensions are lonely, forgotten and unsung.
They worked hard for to raise their children but they will end their days in a retirement home
And their children don't visit them often 'twould seem that their usefulness they have outgrown,
One might say they've had a good innings though nothing easy came their way
And I do not find it consoling to think their lot will be my lot one day.
I fear growing old more than I fear death their last few years so few enjoy
But I suppose that there is consolation to know that the wealthy too grow old and die
And life too will go on without them their money will not keep them alive
The Reaper one day he will claim them though to an old age they survive.
We live in an ageist society and ageism is on the increase
One can feel happy for the dear departed at least they can now rest in peace
Rejected in their old age and lonely with only their good memories left to recall
And only the Reaper awaits them the Reaper who waits for us all.
poem by Francis Duggan
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