Retirement

Retirement Poem Lionel Derbyshire Stop working now For a hopeless boss Who gives you no hope That nine-to-five grind Is over now Retirement Exit and excite Up up and away Banjo your mango Man goes Peddle your medal On your salad day Now is not the time To join the navy The prospects look good And the perks are plum Light up the shadows of your heart The acceptable goodbyes are gone Cunning and guile is over now Your time hath come now You have been on The see-saw of redemption And have seen The trickery and deceit of The coconuts The valor of the dastard You had to tolerate for your pound And their illustrations of deception Their myths of abstractions In silence you could not reply But be still and sulk. You were brave Your time is art now And no more tick tock In the haunted dark Life is a peach now Sleeve down Your retirement eve Go rich deserve and Trumpet your comfort.