The sun sets, casting golden hues,
On years of toil, now gently fused.
In quiet moments, dreams unfurl,
A tapestry of a life once twirled.
The dawn of rest, a peaceful sigh,
Where mornings greet with open sky.
No rush, no race, just time to be,
Embracing days with quiet glee.
Rediscovery in each new day,
Passions old and new hold sway.
Books to read, gardens to tend,
With each moment, hearts mend.
Renewal in the golden years,
Casting off the bygone fears.
With wisdom gained and love to give,
Retirement’s grace, a life to live.