Golden Years

Golden years 

You and me Baby

our winning ticket

We’ve gotten the stamp

Now we’re gonna lick it

And mail in those letters

Of our resignations

The salt mine behind us

Time for some libations

Retirement time’s ripe

Right ‘round the corner

Let’s pull out that plum

Like little Jack Horner

Still got our health

What more can we ask

Fingers are crossed

That our money will last

We’ll buy a camper

Hit the road Jack

No obligations 

To make us come back

Visit the grandkids 

Part of the plan

Some National Parks

And maybe an Ironman 

Some spring in our step 

The wind at our backs 

The future is ours

It’s time to relax

And when that day comes 

We’ll raise up a beer

And make a toast 

To our Golden Years

John snelling

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