I have to laugh at the prospect of retiring
because in my heart I know I will die before
I can ever save enough….
2008 © T Sheridan
Ret(yre) ring is a figment of an anachronism perpetuated by an inveterate liar. Golden years? Whose gold we talking about? Rgds, Ivan
heeehehehehhehehehhehehehe...gas rising... retirement... planz... bang bang.... I say.....
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Eek. I think that's true for all of us sweetheart. t x