Morning arrives gently, offering a soft beginning,
I rise with intention, letting my breath settle.
The shoreline waits patiently, holding its long exhale,
I walk as if the sand is teaching me how to move.
The waves revise softly, shaping what the day allows,
A gull lifts upward, certain of its place here.
People pass quickly, carrying their bright urgency,
I nod in silence, grateful for my slower rhythm.
Retirement feels wider, opening space within me,
I listen inwardly, hearing thoughts long quieted.
I think of others, the ones who shaped my living,
Legacy feels like footprints reshaped by the tide.
By noon I’m writing, chasing a restless sentence,
I follow its motion, trusting the path it chooses.
Afternoon light lingers, checking that I’m present,
I answer softly, knowing I am here fully.
Evening gathers gently, folding the day around me,
My chosen people enter, bringing warm laughter.
We cook together, sharing stories worn smooth,
Night settles slowly, wrapping the room in quiet.
I breathe with gratitude, knowing life keeps unfolding,
Into a quieter sense of worth and purpose.
Yesterday’s choices delivered this moment I’ve earned,
The gift of the present I open every day.
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