Right on the day we enter
Know well that we will quit the center
With the bonus of extended sixty
Well served with grace and plenty
Why then the fear and feeling
Of depression and desolation right to the ceiling!
Retirement is not the end of life
Sure it's blossom of a lovely life
That makes a gentle gesture
Yielding place to the youthful texture!
God's gift of hundred years
To be lived in peace without tears
In serenity and dignity all the way
Relax, reflect, recapture in a sweet sway!
Nature offers mirth and joy
Young or old can sure enjoy
Sick in person not a bar
Sick in mind sure to abhor!
Love the world, love its mold
Love thy work, love thy life
Love thy neighbor, love thy labor
Love the sky, love the stars
Love the Nature, love its rapture
Love is reciprocal, sip its bliss!
(As an advice to those who feel desolate on retirement)