My good friend, Sue Jaysnovitch, has made the momentous decision to retire from teaching, after forty-one years of fighting the good fight.
This poem is dedicated to her.
Free At Last
Free at last, free at last…
Thank God almighty, I’m free at last!
Sue was still at her school…
This day would be her last.
She had taught for 41 wonderful years.
(Looking back, where did those decades go?)
They say that when the time to leave comes,
Somehow, you always seem to know.
Teaching isn’t the job it once was.
(Something unnecessary to mention.)
And then there’s our hypocrite Governor…
And his wanting to mess with the pension.
Yes, the time was right to move on
And our girlfriend… well, she knew it.
She was aware of what needed to be done…
All she had to do was to “just do it”.
So, Sue made the journey to Trenton
And she filled out the necessary forms.
Dotting the I’s and crossing the T’s,
She left, feeling a good kind of warm.
The escape hatch was now open
And Sue had elected to scoot…
She finally pulled the ripcord
On her golden parachute.
Summer had at last arrived.
The sweet scent of freedom filled the air.
Like a convict granted an early release,
Sue left without worry or care.
You did the right thing, Sue.
Now you’ll live happily ever after.
Without lesson plans and grades,
Life’s filled with relaxation and laughter.
Mazel Tov, my friend.
Glad to have you as a new addition
To our club.
Stash