| |
| (This was written for when my
husband |
| retired from Ford Motor
Company.) |
| |
| What do you do when you've retired? |
| Isn't it rather dull? |
| Don't you feel old just sitting around |
| Doing nothing much at all? |
| |
| These are just some of the questions |
| That come to us now and then |
| And we just chuckle and reply, |
| "We're busier than we've ever been." |
| |
| We're building our new apartment |
| On the back of our son-in-law's house |
| A quiet place to settle down |
| Just me and my dear spouse. |
| |
| A janitor job at church and school |
| Baby-sitting day after day |
| Chauffeuring folks to work and school |
| Moving a family home from far away. |
| |
| Corresponding with our kids |
| Keeping touch with family and friends |
| Some days get so busy we sigh and say, |
| "We'll be glad when this day ends." |
| |
| Someone once told us we were not retired |
| We're really re-cycled instead |
| 'Cause I guess you don't retire from life |
| 'Til someone pronounces you dead. |
