Poems About: RETIREMENT

I write I do not know for wealth or fame
And not even one mention of my name
And there is little reason to my rhyme
And I feel lost and years beyond my prime. read more »

Willie Neenan from Millstreet
What a marvellous athlete
Twenty years in time have gone
Since he won a world silver medal in San Juan. read more »

He transported cattle for farmers to and from the marts in Kanturk, Macroom and Millstreet
A well liked fellow and known far and wide
And up and down the narrow roads of Muskerry and Duhallow
He often journeyed through that scenic countryside. read more »

With the aid of walking stick he shuffles down the side street and time has left him looking stiff and gray
And truly it can be said of old Jimmy that he is one who has known a better day
Ageless father time takes care of everybody there was a time when he could run quite fast
But now he only can walk at a slow pace and all of his better days are in the past. read more »

Dave Sheehan worked for the Cork County Council and I'd known him since I was a Primary school going boy
A gentle soul one who kept a low profile and one might say he would not harm a fly
All those he came in contact with seemed to like him and a bad word of him not one had to say
For a big family a good bread winner and he worked hard till his retirement day. read more »

The heating up to twenty five and the lounge room nice and warm
And Joe sits on the sofa studying the racing form
With his ears tuned in to 3 U Z what's Higgins got to say
The movement in the market and the scratchings for the day. read more »

Mr. Jiggs ran the grocery store in town. He never used
his name as an excuse for not being famous. No one ever
asked, 'Hey, Jiggs, did you want to be famous? ' It was
out of the question. Not so with Johnny, local mischief-artist: read more »

For Immediate Release
Maud Rivers, IRM Magazine

Launch of New Magazine read more »

If you take your last breath today
do you know where you will spend eternity
If you live to be 103 and then die
where will you be? read more »

This poem is reflective of my childhood days where I used to feel bored during summer vacations as both my parents were working. But those long days of boredom made me an individualistic person and capable enough to combat loneliness. There were times when I longed for my parents to be at home when I was an adolescent. This wish was fulfilled when my Dad became a pillar of support during my college days as he had taken voluntary retirement. I had seen both phases which shaped me to what I am now. read more »

I used to watch the news
but it's too depressing
listening to people
with good jobs read more »

Oh! migrating bird,
In this branch
Thy hours are limited. read more »