Friday, November 6, 2009

Retirement (poem)

The bliss of retirement.
The boredom of time
The loneliness of self
Counting the seconds to pass.

The minutes forever there
Come the hour is a nightmare.
Without forward planning of life
Each day passed with little fare.

Retirement is a sad affair
With little or no money to spare
Singapore is a country without a care
Senior citizens are left to stare.

You may be discarded to JB to stay
As your worth is a liability
You are left at your own mercy
To pass the days with indignity.

Patrick Lee S Juan