Who remembers a good old summer vacation
Which now lies to rest in our imagination
Of good times that we had and places we want to go
Way back when, when the good times did flow
Now we are stuck at a desk at our occupation
Making money just to dream about other parts of the nation
Does it make sense to work every day of the year
not at all but we’re driven by fear
That we wont have that vacation that we always dreamed of
when we retire at the age of 65 or above.
Let me tell you a secret you might not know
even if you can retire at 65, the vacation will probably never show
So do yourself a favor and give yourself a break
take off a week and sit by the lake
enjoy the time you have now and forget about when you retire
because retiring in 40 years is not something to aspire
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