Retirement's arrived - they stop paying you brass.
Employment has gone and you're put out to grass.
Time on your hands? Well, perhaps so to start.
Idle? Try hobbies - writing or art?
Rest? Not when grandchildren come on the scene.
Enjoy them? Grandparenting's some people's dream.
Money? Not likely - the tax man's out there!
Eat, drink and be happy - and let down your hair.
Never "old age" but "I'm still young inside." - - - And -
Try to take all of these years in your stride.
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