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Show LIFE BEGINS AT SIXTY-FIVE One of our local poetry writers has put together some of the many thoughts that are expressed by people interested in the old age "pension" under the above caption. They follow: LIFE BEGINS AT SIXTY-FIVE Life will begin at sixty-five When I get a pension If I'm still alive; Then. I'll sit and simmer in the sun, And thank my stars my work's all done; I won't need to worry over boodle or pelf, Just need to rest and take care of myself. . All my life I've been a-wishin' That I had time to gio a-fishin'; Well, I'll have time if I'm alive, And get that pensipn at sixty-five. Then 111 live a life of ease And do exactly as I please; , I'll twiddle my thumbs and powder my face, Have my hair curled and go some place. I'll sit on the public bench in the shade And scan the view for friends I've made. Then I'll have time to sit and chat Or jSit and think when it comes to that; ; And I'll be contented If I'm alive 1 ' And get that pension at sixty-five. . j , r 111 take long walks on the boulevard; . Climb . the hills if they do seem hard; 7 Sit on the top, and dream and gaze "' ; . ?. '".'.'J'' ' At wonderful sunsets all a-blaze. ,1 .j . . They'll stimulate my imagination . , , And fill my soul with Inspiration. Then 111 read, and write a rhyme, . Another way of killing time '. And I'll be happy if I'm alive -.i ' And get that pension at sixty-five. ; . Then. I'll be independent and ask no favors : Of either relatives, friends or neighbors. And my independence I am going to treasure ; And never let work interfere with pleasure. ' ' ' Then I think I'll learn to knit So I can always do my bit. Because nobody ever cares a rap 'J For folks that never do a tap. And" I'll be useful if I'm alive And get that pension at sixty-five. I've been imposed on long enough I'll get hard-boiled and mean and tough; , And hold my head up like a steeple And stop a-waiting on other people; I might even try my luck at cards If I can find congenial pards. I've watched other people on a spree But my time is coming wait and see! IH celebrate if I'm alive And get that pension at sixty-five. I'll keep myself so clean and neat, And smile at everybody I meet, I won't spend my money on whisky or beer Nor find fault with everything I hear. I won't try to reform the rising generation ! Or criticise the leaders of our great natiiona. I'll keep my mind open in life's great school Remember the "Mormon Creed" and the Golden Rule. And I'll try to be tolerant if I'm alive And get that pension at sixty-five. Then I'll go visiting around and around And meet folks on their own home ground, But I'll be careful while I'm about Not to wear my welcome out. And 111 begin to live and love, Prepare myself for Heaven above; Before they lay me 'neath the sod I'll get on speaking terms with God, 111 go to church if I'm alive And get that pension at sixty-five. But I've several more years to go Of summer's heat and winter's snow. Several years to work and worry, All that time to scheme and hurry. It sometimes gets me in a rage To think I'm at that awkward age. I envy the old folks on the squtare That sit and gossip so peaceful there. Won't I be lucky if I'm alive, And get that pension at sixty-five? But now I'm worried and wondering if I Will ever be able to qualify; You have to be broke and down and out Crippled and suffering with the gout; You must be completely reduced to tears To penetrate the case-worker's ears. If I'm too young in spirit and fancy free, What in the world will become of me? , Won't it be awful If I'm alive And cant get that pension at sixty-five? L'envoi If I can not get a pension or successfully be dead, Just ask the vigilantes to knock me on the head. O.C.D. |
