I’ve decided to retire.

Put my feet up by the fire.

My time does not require.

Running hard at Hill and Mire.

I won’t fight it, I accept.

It came fast, so quiet crept.

I’ve paid it all, all the debt.

No tears here. They’ve all been wept.

I’ll be a Dad. I’ll read a book.

I’ll paint and write and maybe cook.

I’ll take it all, I’ll be a crook.

I’ll be seeking God and the time it took.