Retirement

Retirement Poem Lionel Derbyshire Stop working now The hopeless boss Who gives you no hope The nine-to-five grind Is over now Retirement Exit, exit excite Up, up away Banjo your mango Man goes Peddle your medal On your salad day Now is not the time To join the navy The prospects look good And plum the perks are Light up the shadows of your heart The acceptable goodbyes are gone Cunning and guile is over now Your time hath come now You have been on The see-saw of redemption And have seen The trickery and deceit of The coconuts The valor of the dastard Made you suffer for your pound And their illustrations of deception Their myths of abstractions In silence you could not reply But be shut and sulk. You were brave Your time is art now And no more tick tock Before the haunted dark Peachy life now Sleeves are down Your retirement eve Grow rich, go rich and Trumpet your comfort.