I look out the window
Down onto the street
I saw her
Saw this lady walking
Walking to work
Then a car drove by
Somebody else
Off to work
The thought came to me
That I used to do that
Used to get up and go to work
A feeling of nostalgia came over me
Of times when working was my life
Those times of meeting colleagues
We could have a laugh
But the work came first
All helped each other
As problems occurred
Times of camaraderie
And respect for each other.
Now as I think
And watch people go to work
Would I go back to work
The answer came
No I would not
Retirement is treating me well
Being able to do what I want to do
And do it when I want to do it
This freedom is priceless
Thinking of work is nostalgic
Being retired is so much better