RETIREMENT. . . .?
Identity lost in the echo of time
Where once there was rhythm, now songs and rhyme
The tape of my life rewinds with a sigh
As dreams turn to questions of who, what and why
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The comfort I sought in work’s steady mold
Now crumbles away, the future feels cold
The tapestry woven with laughter and strife
Now with frayed edges, the fabric of my life
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Purpose now has faded like leaves in the fall
Loneliness echoes, a most unwelcomed call
Days feel heavy like clouds filled with rain
I search for tomorrow beyond all the pain
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Days stretch forever as time stands still
I’m chasing memories, against my own will
Boredom seeps in like a thief in the night
Unimportant moments now blurring my sight
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Adversity shapes every moment I face
Being myself with stubborn embrace
But within this stillness, a chance to reflect
I gather lost fragments only time can collect
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Once a beacon bright, my life’s clear design
Now echoes my dreams on a very thin line
Where purpose once bloomed like flowers in spring
Now shadows of doubt are the songs that I sing
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Identity lost in a world moving too fast
Each moment recalls what I thought would last
Days stretch before me like deserts of sand
Boredom is king with an unyielding hand
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Stress nestles deep where my heart use to soar
Emotional burdens reveal how I feel to the core
I chase memories made with a soft spoken song
While grappling for words, I continue to get wrong
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So here I’ll embark on this retired path unknown
Finding purpose anew like seeds being sown
Each chapter unwritten awaits with open doors
My retirement canvas offers boundless chores
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Onward I march with both courage and grace
Embracing these challenges time can’t erase
For while retirement can discourage one’s way
There’s beauty in living, as I claim each day
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Beyond the horizon, seeing passed of Kin
I’m awaiting a journey where all souls will blend
There will be realms untouched by struggle and strife
My home in eternity, not a retired life
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I stand on the shores of life’s sands
With open heart and out stretched hands
Eternity’s horizon calls my name
In the sweetest whisper, beckoning as it came.
When I reach Heaven where time has no end
My soul can soar, my heart can mend
I yearn for Heaven with God to stay
After retirement, life in eternity will be mine one day.
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