In the quiet of the morning light,
Forty years now softly greet,
A tapestry of days gone by,
Woven with dreams, challenges, and feats.

Time, the gentle sculptor’s hand,
Has carved wisdom in my soul,
Each line a story softly penned,
Of love, of loss, of moments whole.

Yet as the sun begins to rise,
New chapters call with whispered grace,
A dance of hope beneath the skies,
A journey to embrace and face.

So here I stand on this new shore,
With courage kindled in my heart,
Forty years and seeking more,
A life anew, a precious art.