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Pensioners problems: poem.

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I’m growing older fast
retirement is good

some people don’t like it
but all i can say is:

My golden years
are here at last

I need glasses to see
and its very slow to pee

Its dificult to chew
even harder to screw

My memory shrinks
And my hearing stinks

No teeth in my gum
but piles in my bum

Hair no longer grows on my head
But out my ears and nose instead

Lost my sense of smell
and i’m looking like hell

Hair starting to wane
legs full of pain

Body’s starting to droop
I have trouble with poop

My golden years
are here at last

So my golden years
can kiss my ass

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Posted in my poetry site Poets Corner

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Author: Harry

A pensioner with a few thing's to rant about. I try to post about most subjects and the more varied the better.

2 thoughts on “Pensioners problems: poem.

  1. That’s great Harry! Well…I mean, it’s not great what those ‘golden years’ bring but at least we can still have a laugh :)

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