Retirement
Retirement
There comes a time in every life
When working husband tells his wife
I’m coming home, I’ve had enough
Of this rat race and working stuff
No more ties and pressed dress slacks
Just sweats and all day to relax
No more deadlines, no reports
No more work of any sorts
My coffee cup and Lazyboy
And TV all day to enjoy
I’m coming home to you my dear
Sure hope that is a joyful tear
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