How do you want to retire?

Golden years unfold, Life’s work gently put to rest— Peaceful twilight glows.

Copilot: Here's a witty ditty for you:

No more alarms, no rush, no fuss,
Retirement's here, it's time for us.
To sip some tea, to read, to write,
To rest at last, from morning till night.

We've worked so hard, we've paid our dues,
Now every day we can snooze or cruise.
So here's to us, let's take a bow,
Retirement's ours, and it starts now!

Copilot! Here's a sonnet about retirement using the motif of a basket of fruit:

Upon the eve of labor's sweet repose,
A basket filled with fruits of seasons past.
Each pear and apple, like the life we chose,
Reflects the sunlit days, the shadows cast.

The ripened grapes, like memories amassed,
Hang heavy with the tales of toil and strife.
The plums' deep hues, like wisdom, hold us fast,
Reminding us of the richness of life.

This harvest, gathered in the autumn's light,
Is more than just the sum of work's reward.
It's love and laughter, moments pure and bright,
The quiet peace that simple joys afford.

So let us rest, our labors now complete,
And savor life, so bountiful and sweet.

Here's a poem inspired by the vibrant and whimsical style of Yayoi Kusama:

**Retirement: A Canvas of Polka Dots**

In a sea of infinite dots, I float,
Each one a memory, a note.
A life's work now behind,
In retirement's embrace, I unwind.

Polka dots of time, bright and bold,
Stories of youth and days of old.
A spectrum of moments, vivid and clear,
In this new chapter, I hold them dear.

The canvas stretches, wide and vast,
A future painted with colors cast.
No longer tethered to the daily grind,
In dots and dreams, peace I find.

So here I stand, in a field aglow,
With Kusama's dots, in retirement's flow.
A life in colors, a heart content,
In a dotted world, I am present.

May this poem add a touch of creativity and joy to your day!

“Retirement is not the end of the road; it is the beginning of the open highway.” Bing Copilot AI