Sixty years have sped off so fast
Since we had been a medico
Both sad and glorious has been past
The living have crossed seventy-five
We meet again by divine grace
We still maintain a pleasant face
Our love of lucre is a haze
Our inward eyes have heavenly gaze
We miss our colleagues who’re no more
We are the survivors alive
Life has been grand and wonderful
Sometimes, it has been cruel too
Yet, God was kind to our dear batch
We spend our days with fulfilled dreams
Our batons are with grand-children
Who must finish life’s relay race
Each one performed a task quite well
We thank our students, patients dear
We thank those who helped us succeed
We thank the Maker for this birth
The Potter made us from fine clay
And filled us to the brim His way
He stood by us and had His sway
His grace helped us heed to His say
A wonderful time we had here
We have our kith and kin so dear
We have somewhat become a seer
With duty done, we live sans fear
’Tis time for some to say good-bye
We are prepared to live or die
We must embrace the One Most High
Our hearts seem strong though end seems nigh
Our hearts and minds with joy do swell
Our chores are done and time spent well
We wait to heed His divine call
Pray we all bid a fine farewell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem