Sit In the Sun
If it is your dream to become a politician
It does not make you a saint or a magician
You will make mistakes, like everybody else
You will try your best and seldom think of yourself.
Love your country and your fellow man
Make the world a better place
Was your dream and plan
There was never a thought
About illness and age
Life moves on,
As our book turns over another page
Our body tires quickly, and our bones start to ache
Our eyes grow dim
It gets hard to stay awake.
Our minds get muddled,
And our gait unsteady
Our speech fuddled
But we are never ready
To admit we are old,
And we need to be told
We have had our day,
And it is wrong to stay
When we are old and ill
And can no longer fill
Our obligations
To the nation
It seems cruel and sad,
But life is not all bad
Old age comes to all who survive
And are fortunate to be alive
But if senility takes a hold,
You need someone to be bold
And suggest now is the time to go
Before your ratings become too low
And as your health is getting worse
You will become too sick to realise this curse
Can undo all the good you have done
So retire and sit in the sun.
Copyright © Shirley Hawkins | Year Posted 2023
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