Retirement is the last day of work,
That's what everybody deserve,
But I have though to many more,
To who say it's not that way.
It only means you've left one place,
An now must find another,
For all that money you should get,
Is feeding someones wife and child.
So now that you are done here,
I would like to say,
I am going to miss your willing face,
And all those special ways.
You've taught us how you did so well,
And made it fun to love,
But don't forget to call some times,
One day you might return.
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