my poetry unbound hour
The morning clock, once stern and loud,
Now rests beneath a silent shroud.
No longer does the iron bell
Dictate the tales your days must tell.
The polished shoes, the hurried stride,
Are gently, finally, set aside.
A lifetime gathered in the hands,
Like maps of well-worn, distant lands—
The meetings met, the deadlines passed,
The heavy anchor hauled at last.
The desk is clear, the light is low,
The seeds you planted start to grow.
Now comes the time of drifting light,
To watch the slow and steady flight
Of birds across a summer sky,
To let the restless world go by.
To read the book you left half-done,
To walk beneath a Tuesday sun.
It isn’t ending—simply change,
A widening of the mountain range.
For when the labour finds its rest,
The soul begins its truer quest:
To simply be, to breathe, to find
The golden treasures of the mind.
I recently retired after over 50 Years of working and it feels GREAT, time for me now and not worrying about going to work.
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Congratulations! Retirement is a blessed time !
awe thanks lovely x
Nice poem, my friend. I absolutely realise your feelings. A whole life in job. Now a new page. William, we are in the same stage, my dear. I am 65 years old, out of job now and I’m trying to feel my life. The economic conditions are bad but we have our dreams.
My best regards, William.
awe thats great John and your right, this time is so volatile all over the World, but lets hope this stupid war ends soon.. take care..
Congratulations! It is your new beginning. Nicely said!
thanks a lot Alexander.. now the fun begins..
A great description of the emotions and feelings at retirement Billy. Congrats on achieving the best job promotion you will ever get. All the best buddy. Allan
awe thanks allan, appreciate your kind words. have a great day.
Great poetry, William!
thanks a lot mate…