This poem is to justify those who say they don’t wish to retire or falter to low productivity due to old age; until death do us part.

Retiree

Why retire of old age 

Only to lock me up in a homeless cage

Boredom of the work and disintegrating energy

Never for me for I love that which I do; towards it I’m never lazy

Why should I linger so long?

To sing me an eternal song

What’s wrong with now or even today

I want to retire everyday and work every day but how, which way

I retire to sleep every night and wake to work with the first breath every morning

I stretch from my retirement and start my journey walking  

Repeating this strategy to success and power and greatness governs me

Spending time with friends and family is equivalent to retiring constructively

With God as my protector, deliverer, partner, and witness

This business can only flourish into continual success

Not even the dark forces dare stop me

Instead they willingly follow me

Attracting all the necessaries of this life will be a smoothie to drink

All those who deserted me will become a sailing battleship destined to sink

Or not; for forgiveness is boiling in the pot

I think I should give to all those deserving and to the undeserving until I return to the earth to rot.

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