The Workaholic

He retired from his job on his sixty fifth birthday But he did not enjoy the work free life And he died just nine months into his retirement To be mourned by his family and his wife. It has been said he was a workaholic And that he was one who worked as hard as two And he felt bored without a job to go to And he pined away as many like him do. His problem was he did not have a hobby And a working life the life he loved and knew A good man for his wife and family and his Country But good men just like bad men must die too. For forty seven years he worked for the same employers And to the end to his bosses was true His parting gift from them a wrist watch and box of chocolates And a well done and a shake hands and thank you. He must have been one who truly liked his bosses To have worked for them for forty seven years His last day on the job it was his saddest And as he left he fought to choke the tears. His problem was that he did not have a hobby And he only lived for each working day And when he left the workforce in his sixties He fell into ill health and pined away.