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A retirement poem


Eddie the milkman
s retiring
You won
t see him anymore
Trudging up and down the paths
Leaving bottles by your door

At 65 he
s had enough
s time to take a rest
He gets aches and pains each time it rains
And his knees are past their best

He used to be a sportsman
Cricket was his game
And in the pubs he
d throw the
And sing his way to fame

Now he
s slowing down a bit
Different ball games he enjoys
He swings the clubs and rolls
the woods
With all the older boys

So Eddie now as you retire
Your future
s looking great
Enjoy yourself go out when you
And stay up very late

No longer will it matter
What the weatherman has said
It can rain or snow,the wind can
And you can stay in bed!