Short Retire Poems
Short Retire Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Retire by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Retire by length and keyword.
"First a student, me,
Then, a worker bee,
Next, I will retire
Before I expire.
Finally, geezer-of-leisure free."
Years tilt
Crazing appears
Age leans into the wind
My daughter whispers... 'it's time to
Retire'
11/25/16
retirement...
final living expense...
more pajamas
He, as a young man did aspire,
To early in life retire.
A savings plan he began,
To which he continually ran.
Better planning this did require
The heart's jubilant song of love
Caroling joyously and loudly
Feelings sway in dance
Love is a vibe
I can't retire.
Drencho POET Loads
Father Christmas is old,
He was feeling tired and cold,
His wife said, "It's time to retire."
As they both sipped wine around their cosy fire.
The tight rope act fell from the wire
Afterwards they had to retire
All broke-up and Mame
Had no one to blame
But a shifty Beddie eye supplier
Halito
Follow the rythms of nature
Rise and retire with the sun
Enjoy life's journey
But leave no tracks
Copyright © by Scarlett Anderson
It's temporary,
My plans aren't restricted by,
Hair nets and clock ins.
I'm right on schedule,
I'll be ready to retire,
In a few more years.
While political folks dilly dally
Job growth winds down a deep valley
Employers won't hire
Old folks can't retire
The poor house could be our finale
Packing up to finally leave her,
seven dwarfs getting a breather,
no more butler days,
enjoying sun's rays,
escaping Snow's screams and diva demeanor.
When you've conquered all that money could offer
Do you retire to a schedule of pleasurable regularity
Or forever taste the dissatisfaction of everything
WE WILL ROCK YOU
Growing older
Pushing his boulder
Sisyphus retired to the valley
And there he yearned
To be the ball return
In the bowling alley
Dream
to win
the jackpot
retire early
rich
Fact
work hard
never win
the lottery
poor
3/5/19
Light Up The Page contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Verse tribute to the late Carolyn Devonshire
a poetry souper who did not retire
A contest contestant to her very end
peer poet par excellente,& good friend
So, Justin Trudeau's gonna retire
(something Canadians did desire).
But he's left a big mess,
and Trump's causing stress!
It's a political dumpster fire!
Working most days until exhaustion until I retire,
Wasn't much to look forward to outside of religion -
Until I held my granddaughter in my arms the first time.
Write about “Any Poem” she said,
I racked and wrecked my poor head.
What form should I choose?
Oh PS, she’s not in my shoes,
So it’s best that I retire to bed.
No prior POTUS has admired
Towered pyres for esquires they’d hired
Tired not by work hard
Now wired the trump card
That commands retire or You're Fired!
Hillary Clinton has been under fire
This was not her desire
There's something on the table
She'll do that if she's able
Wonder why she just doesn't retire
Did you hear about our friend, Glenn Hughes,
who is Robert James Liguori's muse?
Though he's set to retire,
may he ever inspire,
as he sure fills a big pair of shoes.
I will never retire I vowed
To relatives, strangers, any old crowd
God heard me and laughed; He would have it His way
Pulled the rug out from under my health, I am retired today
I pledge allegiance
To my job
And to the 40 hour work week
And to the taxes
I must pay
Until one day
I retire
Feeling miserable
With a bad back
And most my good years gone
aquire
spitfire
retire
expire
To soar on wings aquire spitfire fly,
last flight alights retire expire sigh.
1/ 21/ 2018.
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