Work Till You Drop Poem by John Sensele

Work till your expiry date pops up, work till you collapse out of necessity
Despite toiling and moiling during your working life
Because in your city, water bills, gas bills and bills of electricity
Don't retire, don't rest, and don't resign without strife.

Work till blood oozes out of stones as your social security nest
Porous by nature and maladroit by extraction
Leaves your old age status in the lurch unless you invest
More sweat, more labour and more sacrifice despite dwindling your stamina fraction.

Work till you drop because the global economy undergoes cycles
In which recession, boom and plateau strive for pride of place
To debilitate functions of pension schemes starved of miracles
Fail to grant you a comfortable space on your old age surface.

Work till you drop despite living longer and enjoying better medical facilities
Intended to cushion your health with a reasonable measure of wealth
But sums of inflows and outflows in pension scheme activities
Don't add up. Life for pensioners withers as conundrums pervade and invade the Earth.