In the quiet whispers of the rising sun,
Where the days of labor are finally done,
A new chapter begins, serene and bright,
Embracing the calm of the endless night.
No more rushing through the hurried streets,
Or chasing deadlines, feeling the heat,
Now mornings are gentle, afternoons kind,
In this peaceful haven, solace we find.
Memories flood like a gentle stream,
Of days past, and dreams we dreamed,
Now’s the time to breathe and reflect,
On the paths we’ve walked, the moments we’ve kept.
With loved ones near and time to spare,
We cherish each moment, free from care,
In the golden years, we find our place,
In the warm embrace of life’s gentle grace.