'Is That All There Is? ' Poem by Linda Winchell

'Is this all there is too life? '
I over heard my husband say.
I worked and slaved my life away,
And worked for little pay.

Now I am retired, and working harder then, I ever did before.
Is this all there is?
I thought there would be so much more!

I am lucky if I'll live till I'm old,
All my friends I knew did not!
Is that what we had all worked our lives for,
And what is it we have got?

Cars' not paid for, the morgage still due,
Had to take a loan on the house,
For those braces for son Drew.

I am walking a bit much slower,
My legs and feet have pain.
How much longer do I have too work,
I was'nt looking at doing this again!

Retirement is not as our Fathers' knew,
When they retired, and sailed the oceans blue!

Mom and Dad got a ticket and traveled,
They enjoyed those Golden Years,
Only enjoyed and known by few!

Is this all there is?
Because I wanted to enjoy my end years with you,
I guess I'll make the best of what we've got,
You have me, and I'm blessed to have you!