Retired Poem by david lessard

I have a bit of beard,
and my hair is growing long,
But I don't have to shave,
or get it cut,
I sing 'I'm a retiree, ' song...

Don't work for a living now,
I've done my share of that,
It only wore me out,
and left me feeling,
rather 'flat.'

I get up when I want,
Take things as they fall;
I nap in the afternoon,
and don't miss work
at all.

I keep active, that's for sure,
Bored is not a word of mine;
There's always something
to be done,
and now, I can find the time

Retirement isn't for everyone,
Lots of guys can't 'hack' it;
But I'm not one of those,
Free time is more my 'racket.'

Money's not my object,
and rich is not my style;
Just need the essentials,
To make my life worthwhile.

Shelter, food, a loving mate,
Enough to get on by;
Health and happiness,
and an Arizona sky.