Retirement Fate Poems

God shifts his weight and half an oak remains.
One soul must die; another life retains. 
I stand a little shaky now.
raise my hand, put drops...

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(Old age will teach you)

My cup is filled to the brim 
let me pour down for I do not know what life will bring 
I...

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Wendell just getting off work,
And was headed home 
by way of his favorite place to chill,
a lively place called
Pharaoh’s bar & grill.
With the hope of...

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Where are the golden years I've  heard about,
those worry-free years, I looked forward to?
Now when friends call, they practically shout,
and actors I knew are...

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When a fetus or baby, I then could have been:

          Born to mother who died, or...

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‘My pen drips of sorrow and on this paper, I write each tear’
A Rambling Poet

My granddad was a sailor all his adult life,
But planned on...

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