Retirement Poems | Examples of Retirement Poetry

Driver on interstate has pressed his accelerator hard I used to drive like that – daily To and from work with gritted teeth Expecting death at any minute Racing here, there, nowhere really The stress was gruesome In the last nine months I have driven six times Less than one time per month Retirement is a happy unicorn that I am grateful to...

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Quality of life has deteriorated. Rust years, not Golden. ...

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dear friends ~ believe me when I say retirement feels well earned when you have toiled and worked hard every day AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on March 29, 2025...

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I am in love with my many retirement hobbies Passionate about cartooning, painting and poetry Intensely enthusiastic when I am playing in my art studio Also thrilled with peanut butter cookies and twinkies Loving refried beans and salsa heated up eaten on chips These are a few of my favorite things My passions have changed through the years But at this moment,...

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I’ve been working hard out there in the yard at least from eleven until two With a two hour brunch then coffee, then lunch and maybe a short nap too But only on days when the sun’s golden rays aren’t too hot or too cold to live life this way working so hard all day man, it sure sucks to get old....

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what now, little man? 51 years on the chain gang, tell me how did that work out for you? nobody said it would be easy, I'll admit I sometimes play the fool your sole desire was to fit in it started at the beginnin' when you mistook direction for a lethal dose of deception what now, little man, what now what now, little man, and...

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I have heard of a lazy day Now I live them daily Doing little to nothing at all Looking at piles of things I could sort But I don’t. Retirement is a whole new perspective A world unbeknownst to me until now I have been dormant for six months Living in a world of sitting, sleeping and lounging Wearing pajamas, elastic waistbands, and sweatshirts I...

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I used to plot and plan and scheme Now I take days as they land in my lap Expecting nothing Anticipating less Experiencing little A locust shell of my former self Retirement has turned me into a contented sloth...

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I'm retired and live in a small, mobile home, about 5600 miles from the outskirts of Rome, about 7200 miles from the waters of the Ganges, and about 5100 miles from Machu Picchu, in the peaks of the Andes. It's a nice, cozy little home, where every day, I try to come up with at least one new spanking poem--oops! at...

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I was dragged into retirement with my rear end bumping against cinders It was the last thing I wanted to do; except maybe die. But God spoke by giving me ailments that convinced me I had to quit Winter is a horrible time for me, I have asthma that turns into pneumonia So quit I did; last year, in...

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Mindless tv Constant dull drone Not a test pattern but nearly as boring I am no longer living a human life My recliner is my coffin I die a slow death Sleeping on the couch Losing chances...

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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...

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I am full of eager happiness Retirement has grabbed me by the hands and danced with me Every day is a joy I can do what I want, when I want I have eliminated all of the have-to’s, My life is full of have-tos. The worst part of my job had been the drive to and from. I retired six months ago. My...

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The final bell had sounded. Happy kids fled halls and classrooms, out those double doors. I heard brief conversations: “Call me soon” . . . “Hey, let’s go swimming” . . . “Catch ya later, Dude!” They’d soon return to school, but not to me. I graded final tests and posted grades just as I had for decades, but...

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I REMEMBER MY CREATOR A GREAT BIG BURLY LAD I WAS SENT OFF TO THE HARDWARE STORE TO DO THE SAME JOB AS MY DAD. A YOUNG CHAP CAME A BOUGHT ME HE TOOK ME TO THE SITE HE MADE ME WORK FOR HOURS ON END MORNING NOON AND NIGHT. MY BLADE IS GOING RUSTY NOW MY EDGE HAS GONE TO POT MY...

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