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if and when I'm retired
I'd expect the world to be kind
and reverential:
so I'd expect when I drive
all people get off the road
when they see me approach;
and at the bank
for all to step aside
for a man whose daily 3-time meals
is nothing but baked beans
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I'd expect the world to be in awe, and to admire
so the women would say:
"My, look at this retiree
in his psychedelic shirt and rainbow hat
and his bell-bottoms - real cool, baby"
and the men would concur, dazzled:
"Owww - this guy, what planet is he from? "
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and
of course I'd expect
the govt
to send me my cheque
weekly -
no, wait - EFT
will be the way to go;
and the Minister for the Retired
should call me every 30th
to ask if I'd like a raise
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Also I'd expect
to wake up each morning
to find a cup of coffee ready on my table
and I'd turn to my wife and say:
"All our lives, you always put the damned salt
in the coffee"
And I'd expect her to say
(cos that's always been the way) :
"If you want sugar in your coffee
fix your damned coffee yourself! "
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And all these things I expect
of the world (except of my wife)
to be kind
and reverential
if and when I'm retired -
but then again, I might just die
at my table at work
after a coffee I fixed myself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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