Retirement Poem by Smoky Hoss
Retirement
I'm not going there, no
not any more,
my brain is shot
and my back is sore.
I've done all they had said
and all I can,
and found, there's only so much
any mere man can stand.
So, let the fools rant
rave and whine,
their fears, worries and woes
are no longer any concern of mine.
Without me
they'll do just fine,
and without them I'll be happy
and may even, regain a little of my mind.
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4/25/2024 5:45:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Exactly! Good read Smoky.