Retired for ten or twelve years now
I've finally accepted the role
As a senior citizen sent out to pasture
Not good for this once active soul
Poetry has sure helped fill in the gap
But looking for something else
Maybe creating a children's picture book
Got a mind for it I've always felt
Not saying my old mind is childlike
But it's probably close to the truth
Always was able to get down to their level
Even though I'm long in the tooth
So wish me well in whatever endeavour
Don't need to make one red cent
You can wager I'm gonna eventually find out
The activity for which I'm now meant
Another day without a dollar.
Another day, I’m not a scholar.
Makes me yell, scream and holler.
Another day without a dollar.
Another day, not one red cent.
Another day, must I repent?
What the hell, can’t pay the rent.
Another day, not one red cent.
Another day, and there’s no money.
Another day, and it’s not funny.
I can sell, as sweet as honey.
Another day, and there’s no money.
Another day, and I’m still broke.
Another day, no fire to stoke.
As I can tell, I’m not a bloke.
Another day, and I’m still broke.
Another day without a job.
Another day, I’m no slob.
I don’t smell, and I won’t rob.
Another day without a job.
Another day, when I’m on top.
Another day, this has to stop.
Things will gel, they’ll be a pop.
And on that day, I’’ll be on top.
Been retired for over three years now
I've finally accepted this role
As a senior citizen sent out to pasture
Not good for this once active soul
Poetry has sure helped fill in the gap
But looking for something else
Maybe creating a children's picture book
Got a mind for it I've always felt
Not saying my mind is childlike or such
But it's probably close to the truth
Always was able to get down to their level
Even though I'm long in the tooth
So wish me well in whatever endeavour
Don't need to make one red cent
You can wager I'm gonna eventually find it
The activity for which I'm now meant
© Jack Ellison 2013
it's the economy that has taken a major hit
where that paycheck you now receive ain't worth spit
between the bills, the kids, the Metro cards and trying to pay that high rent
your money is gone before you have a chance to see one red cent
it's the economy and what the politicians now are trying to do
is to strip the unions of their rights which will effect me and you
without collective bargaining the workers will lose their power and edge
and those in high positions of power are trying to push us off the ledge
it's the economy that has caused the loss of so many jobs
yet the big banks towards the little people they continue to rob
the government bailed them out when they would have closed their doors
yet they never dispersed any of the money that they had pleaded for
creative accounting, dirivatives, hedge funds and ponzi schemes
it's no wonder that the economy has fallen apart at the seams
President Obama is trying to do the best that he can
but those darn Republicans continue to tie up his hands
it's the economy and hopefully one day it will improve
but if it don't from this country i might have to move
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