In the golden light of evening’s grace,
A chapter closes, a new begins,
With dreams of peace in a slower pace,
Where time is a gentle, soothing hymn.

No more the rush of morning’s call,
Nor the race against the fleeting day,
The world unfolds at a gentle crawl,
In this newfound, unhurried way.

Past labors now a distant tale,
In the garden of memories sown,
Each moment savored, none will pale,
In the quiet of this life, full-grown.

So here’s to days of endless skies,
To laughter shared and stories told,
In retirement’s sweet, serene reprise,
A life of silver, and heart of gold.