Analysis of Our Social Security Checks Together

Over fourteen dollars
An hour like on a check.
Nobody here hollers;
"Underpaid," what the heck.

We thank God for it all,
Every single penny,
More than cashier in Mall;
Stockers, others many.

We are sixty-seven
And we have a routine,
No more work like heaven.
Retirement that I mean.

I used to drive my car,
The only jobs I had,
I mean like kind of far;
Not anymore I'm glad.l