In the gentle embrace of timeâs retreat,
Where dawns are painted in softer hues,
I find the rhythm of a slower beat,
And bask in the warmth of morning dews.
The echoes of work now gently fade,
Like whispers of waves on distant shores,
In the garden of dreams where plans are laid,
I walk through paths Iâve not explored before.
The canvas of life, now rich and wide,
With colors drawn from years gone by,
Each moment cherished, none to hide,
Beneath the vast and open sky.
Embracing the golden years with grace,
In newfound freedom, dreams take flight,
With every step, a gentle pace,
As stars guide me through the night.