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ER Poem
I don't know where this originated; I received it in an email from my recently retired dad...
I worked forty-five years for someone else
so that I could retire.
I dreamed of sleeping late
And sitting by the fire.
I dreamed of long vacations,
Enjoying stage and song.
But, let me set you straight on that concept,
It is simply wrong.
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I did junk my safety glasses
And the work boots that cramped my toes.
But, the rest of it had a mind of it's own
And this is how it goes.
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My wife had been thinking of retirement
And had plans of her own.
She had spent much time with the kids,
But, now they are grown and gone.
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We sold our chickens and rabbits,
So we wouldn't have that chore.
I poured concrete over my alarm clock
But, I still wake up at four.
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I get my eyes checked on Monday.
Wife gets hers checked the next day.
I go for a colon check on Wednesday
And pass my wife going the other way.
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I have a dental appointment on Thursday.
She goes for a test on her heart.
Friday we go get prescriptions filled
And browse a while at Walmart.
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Saturdays we just stay home
And try to get the paper work right.
We can't take any over-night trips
'Cause we can't see to drive at night.
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Restroom confusion keeps us out of church on Sunday
And we really do hate that.
There's nothing wrong with the restrooms,
We just can't remember where they're at.
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We don't need to plan next week,
Just make sure we can drive.
And not forget where the hospitals*& clinics are.
We'll need them to survive.
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Once a week we visit the cemetery
And it seems more like home each time we go.
I look around at the headstones
And see everyone I know.
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So, don't build your castles too high, my friend,
While strolling through the clover.
This is a typical week in retirement
And on Monday we start all over!
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