Retirement Men Poems

It started with a blank canvas,
the world I should make but I am anxious.
Making fields of pretty flowers,
to the deep blue seas takes many hours.
Mountains...

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The bright blue sky and white fluffy clouds,
are slipping far away.
The day is coming to a close,
and it is now their bedtime.
Very soon the huge...

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Among the other thugs in his circle
he is considered to be a statesman
Like them he compromise his values
if he has any to get what he...

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On the train that I rode today, 
into town I was on my way. 
You never know what you will see, 
out the window were...

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Shine your shoes young man                    ...

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Two young boys read about gold and adventure,     this started a life long obsession.                 ...

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When I consider this tug-of-war that lingers 
And for which neither camp will forsake 
Even for the sake of avowed earthly love
I see disinterred before...

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Dear God Of Love:                     ...

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The lean old men in my vicinity
wake to find themselves a day older
then turn away from the mirror to reflect
on their miserable circumstance.
Then they masque...

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Here, I dwell in no man's land,
On the flip side, there's men unwomanned,
They can be a miserable band,
Desperately seeking a hand,
I read their profiles for...

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Retirement and the remote control,
This sounds like a whinge in an ode,
Retired men and remote controls,
Includes, "Who gave old men phones?"
Is this what 'golden years'...

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In Oxford we watched for three months
the old man, his leg in plaster,
lean against the wall outside the building
where the Simon people cared for him.

He...

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In Oxford we watched for three months
the old man, his leg in plaster,
lean against the wall outside the building
where the Simon people cared for him.

He...

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