The Afternoon of My Life

The morning came with golden light,

With dreams that danced beyond my sight;

I walked through fields of hope and grace,

With eager steps to find my place.

The sun was young, the road was wide,

And countless dreams walked by my side.

I thought the world would always stay

As bright and fresh as break of day.

But now I stand where shadows grow,

And watch the passing moments flow.

The afternoon has found my door,

And I am not the child I was before.

The sun still shines, but not as new,

Its warmth now carries lessons through.

The roads I travelled, smooth and rough,

Have taught me that I am enough.

I have known laughter, I have known tears,

I have gathered wisdom through the years.

Some dreams blossomed, some fell apart,

Yet each one left a mark upon my heart.

The afternoon is not the end;

It is a season where I mend.

It is the hour to pause and see

The person life has shaped in me.

I look behind without regret,

At all the things I can't forget.

The battles fought, the bridges crossed,

The lessons learned from what was lost.

And as the sun begins to lean,

Painting the sky in shades serene,

I realise there is beauty still

In every valley, every hill.

The afternoon of life is bright,

A different kind of golden light.

It calls me not to race ahead,

But treasure every path I tread.

So let me walk with grateful eyes,

Beneath the ever-changing skies.

Let every breath become a prayer,

And every moment something rare.

For morning gave me dreams to chase,

But afternoon has taught me grace.

And when the evening comes one day,

I'll know I lived along the way.

Until then, beneath the gentle sun,

I'll cherish all that I have done.

The journey continues, calm and wide.

With faith and hope still by my side.