Social Security

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Baby boomers, future flotsam of AARP,
Heed this advice! Listen up sharp!
Is there social security in later life?
Hearken to this man and wife.
"Here we sit, me and she,
Retirer and retiree.
Annuitants with time to spare,
Our health in the hands of Medicare.:
"That time horizon so long ago
Is here and now with far less dough.
Complete with tension! Apprehension!
And we worked forty years for that government pension."
"Now wizened and wrinkled, with strands of gray hair--
Those creaks in the rocker don't come from the chair--
Sexagenarians of the welfare state
Watching benefits decline as politicians debate."
"That's not what Roosevelt had in mind
When in '35 that bill he signed.
If you need that check for retirement
Choose wisely tween Donkey and Elephant."

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