When the sun sets on years of toil,
And the clock ticks its final chime,
A new dawn whispers soft and sweet,
Embracing life, beyond the grind.

No more the rush of hurried days,
Nor the weight of tasks unending,
Just gentle mornings, calm and bright,
And evenings softly blending.

The garden blooms with colors new,
Each petal a story told,
Of dreams reborn, and passions found,
In the heart, forever bold.

So here’s to days of endless grace,
To life’s sweet, unhurried pace,
With every breath, a gift anew,
In retirement’s warm embrace.