April is retirement time Triple hot memory stream Of months that March close behind Febru and Janu very kind Not far still to remember The days of cool December The long talks in your chamber The sweet eves of November Not to mention the embers Of love that warm up members May be rain or hay day noon July finds an all wet June But days come like August guests And busy with just inquests
Time turns September Rians forget-me not, you asters Full of morning glory stares You Octogenarians All contain within a span Of sweet memory expanse You too collecting pension After superannuation.
Its nice to see you colleagues Always glad without fatigue Chatting and pat the other Cracking jokes on your attire The young baby look you wear And the nursery kid's fire.
Its all fare and just affair One more phase to maneuver In the course of your orbit On face of earth to be fit To gain and do maximal Service to its proximal
April too is time to thank For the net balance in bank And set your mind on the crank And care for fitness and fun To re-register and run The vehicle with new paint Not to shuttle and to taint Nor to settle in confine But to scuttle along nature To look and learn and nurture And listen to the pristine Wisdom from the Lord divine. Thanks to you all who retire And wish you keep up the fire!