Finally Retiring

On cold days, dressing in layers To combat the bitter cold. Pouring water on icy windshield To clear the frost away. Or dragging a painful leg Because of a sore hip joint. And driving with sleepy eyes, So heavy that the lids could close. These are only an ounce of things You've endured for twenty-five years, While trying to hang in there Until your day would come. Till that much-sought time would come. Well, you can rest now. Your day is here; it's finally here. And what a feat. Congratulations my friend. I am so proud of you.