'My Retirement Years' (For Everyone Over 62!) Poem by Linda Winchell

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!