Annuitant

Oh I am neither rich nor poor,
    No worker I dispoil;
Yet I am glad to be secure
    From servitude and toil.
For with my lifelong savings I
    Have bought annuity;
And so unto the day I die
    I'll have my toast and tea.
   
When on the hob the kettle sings
    I'll make an amber brew,
And crunch my toast and think of things
    I do not have to do.
In dressing-gown and deep arm-chair
    I'll give the fire a poke;
Then worlds away from cark and care
    I'll smoke and smoke and smoke.

For I believe the very best
    Of Being is the last;
And I will crown with silver zest
    My patience in the past.
Since compensation is the law
    Of life it's up to me
To round the century and draw
    My Life Annuity.