In times gone bye I oft was asked
What years I had to do
To qualify for pension and to see my service through.
Twas ten , twas nine, twas five, twas two,
As past the years had gone
Which brings us on right down to now
When it is less than one
Not years tis now, nor even year
The total to define,
I’ve worked it to a decimal now
It is nought point nine, nine, nine

Ten years ago to look ahead
It seemed too much to ask,
But there it goes just flying by,
No huge formidable task
Where went those years you hear it asked,
Though some fear to head on
Tis just breathtaking to look back
And see how fast they’ve gone.
So where I stand I contemplate
And see the finishing line,
Ahead removed from me today
By nought, point nine, nine, nine.

How does it feel some well may ask
As I come into the straight,
What was it like along the way,
Back to the starting gate.
Some good, some bad indeed it was
But through the clouds does shine
The memories of the help I got,
From many friends of mine.
When free to go undecided yet,
Shall I make up my mind,
Because of them to tarry a while
Beyond point nine, nine, nine.