Retirement Poems

A pen--to register; a key--
That winds through secret wards
Are well assigned to Memory
By allegoric Bards.
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A magic moment I remember:
I raised my eyes and you were there,
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
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For my poems, my friend Valsa George has a hunger.
She’s over fifty, but, compared to me, she is younger.
She suggested I write about ‘the advantages of being old’.
It’s a challenge, but, Valsa, on this idea you have sold......
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The religious man
may have a questionable retirement plan
However,
his devout faith in God
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What was is ... since 1930;
the boys in my old gang
are senior partners. They start up
bald like baby birds
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O, let me be alone a while,
No human form is nigh.
And may I sing and muse aloud,
No mortal ear is by.
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Persons tend to become arrogant and turn atheist when attain so much wealth and fame. It is natural phenomena and comes with the sudden attainment of unseen wealth. The supreme lord has also kept one stick to correct such people. In normal times when tide is in his favor then everything will go well unexpectedly. Even if you do a wrong thing then also things might turn right for you.

I was allotted with Government waste land on retirement form the armed forces. I had to make lots of efforts to make it cultivable. I employed lots of labourers for the purpose. I use to go daily on site and supervise the work done by them. One day when workers were on the job then suddenly one hunter bee came and sudden struck on my face and made big humming noise. Since workers were from village and knew the behaviors of bees, they suddenly shouted all the people at work to lie down on the ground to escape their attack. I was just back from military service and took affront to such move. Meanwhile hunter bees attacked me with big force and started biting me on the face and all parts of the body.
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O Lord! I have become weary of human assemblages!
When the heart is sad no pleasure in assemblages can be

I seek escape from tumult, my heart desires
The silence which speech may ardently love!
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Fresh fields and woods! the Earth's fair face,
God's foot-stool, and man's dwelling-place.
I ask not why the first Believer
Did love to be a country liver?
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(This poem was recited on the eve of the retirement of our staff Mrs. Bilasini Vijayan on 31st Aug 2009. The poem is self explanatory) .

Upon these dales
We were one feather,
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The end of anything comes rather easy,
Time is not like a clock, time is freaky.
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THE FIRST BOOK

I, WHO erewhile the happy Garden sung
By one man's disobedience lost, now sing
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Sam Small had retired from the Army,
In the old Duke of Wellington's time,
So when present unpleasantness started,
He were what you might call... past his prime.
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Retirement?
Retire man, so what!
’Tis just a natural thing
That many tend to do.
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No more of talk where God or Angel guest
With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd,
To sit indulgent, and with him partake
Rural repast; permitting him the while
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Life has no gurantees...
Mind has no boundaries...

Love has no expiry date....
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To all of my friends
The old with the new
Elderly and young
At Poem Hunter
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Science! thou fair effusive ray
From the great source of mental day,
Free, generous, and refin'd!
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From brightening fields of ether fair disclosed,
Child of the Sun, refulgent Summer comes,
In pride of youth, and felt through Nature's depth:
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Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose
Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear
At silent noon, and eve, and early morn,
The Sea's faint murmur. In the open air
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My retirement is soon and near,
as it is like my life's ending to bear.
Resort to moments of self solitude,
view my existence with low attitude.
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Retirement is nice,

grandad shows it in his chair:
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his love appreciation of nature
his eye for detail is diminished
there was a deep lifestyle lived
in connection with wilderness
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Retirement is like when you're late to a buffet
when all you're best friends are gone
and nothing good is left. And because others
they all went out to draw some fresh air
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In golden years, where time slows its pace,
Retirement's embrace, a serene grace.
Beyond the clock's ticking, life anew,
Unveiling vistas, dreams to pursue.
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Love is...retirement...free stuff
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We went to a friend's retirement party…celebrating the end
of her long and storied teaching career…
It was a day of mixed emotions…joy and laughter…
a few tears.
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I have brought in The Moik for its retirement it being past time or shall we say far-far past time for the event to happen, take place, or otherwise occur, but I did make it in time, safe and sound as you can see, it's me... it's me... it's me

Many people say I look a bit like Sylvester Stallone of Cobra fame, but not exactly the same, as all the names have been changed to protect the innocent, you see...you see... you see
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Tom Brady's 'retirement' football
Thrown to Mike Evans who threw me
Into the stands for one and all
To try grab awesome memory.
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Poetry is my new life
Freedom in retirement
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