In the morning light, a gentle breeze,
Whispers stories of time set free.
The clock’s embrace, a distant chime,
Now yields to the rhythm of my own time.
Paths untrodden call my name,
In fields where dreams and memories claim.
With every step, a new horizon’s sight,
Painting days in colors bright.
The world unfolds in tranquil grace,
As I wander through this open space.
No longer bound by hurried pace,
I find my heart in this quiet place.
Here, amidst the songs of trees,
I embrace the gentle peace of ease.
Retirementâs gift, a life anew,
In every moment, a chance to pursue.