I look back to when I retired
most of life till then perspired
put foot to rear and not get fired
incurred recurring tasks till tired.
Work every day, enduring each
for sixty five years to reach
a one in two chance beseech
one dozen left to enjoy the beach.
Though now there are long naps to take
avoiding chance lest body break
choke down pills and limit cake
extending time for old times' sake.
So retire thoughts that make you wait
make the leap, don't delay fate
take anew each day, each date
moment to savor, cherish, create!
Ambitious bastions always tout
progressive plans when they're about
while within they hide and pout
from novel things that may prove out.
And while inventing goals to follow
their ancients habits hold them hollow
as in vain wary workers wallow
force fed lies and hooks to swallow.
They hunt for those who work past five,
that trudge to work, endure the drive
who will sacrifice their personal live
until ambition can't survive.
Yet if you strive, you're constant told
do not do more, do not be bold
just fill your seat, forever hold
your tongue until you're dead and cold.
To subsist we're forced to hide,
only in others can we confide,
all success pushed to the side
as managers act bona fide.
Since those of meager measure make
hope of meeting metrics fake
interloping leaders take
their toll until hard workers break.
— The End —