ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

RETIREMENT

That's right, my pack of peeps; my friends,
my colleagues young and old,
I'm hanging up my boots once and for all.
I've bundied on for forty years,
each year taking its toll,
and now I feel I've finally hit the wall.

This 'getting up' is getting grim.
the morning shower's a drag.
The daily shaving ritual, a joke!
I'd rather just go back to bed,
but coffee and a fag
will start the heart and start me lungs to choke.

Well, my friends, no more, I say.
Enough's a bloody 'nuff.
Its time to pack me 'bag of tools' away.
I've played the role of boss's bitch
for far too bloody long.
The time has come. This dog has had his day.

It's time to make time for myself,
to do what e'er I please;
be 'lord and master' of my own domain.
Just put my feet up, crack a beer,
and simply shoot the breeze;
I wish to God my good wife felt the same.

Copyright (c) Allan Cropper August 2015

Don't worry Allan. She'll come round when you start doing the washing and vaccing and of course you'll now have time to cook dinner ... now what else comes with retirement ... ah well you'll find out soon enough. Good write by the way.
Wazza