Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to.
The kettle boils, the quiet morning breaks,
A rhythm I have anchored for so long.
And though my mind forgets the steps it takes,
My hands remain dependable and strong.
I sweep the dust of comfortable years,
The faded colours of a closing phase;
It’s hard to part without a few soft tears,
When every habit formed a steady maze.
The open window gleams with golden light,
And calls me from the safety of this door.
Though countless little details slip from sight,
I’ll be the trusted guide I was before.
A brave new era unfurls from the blue,
And I will step within it, firm and true.
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