retirement, the business br of settling down to the ebb br of life before time pulls its hand out br to close its doors on us, one last cold br cold setback everybody has to take lying down, br without even the privilege of expressing whether br we like it all or not. everything's too planned in br advance sorry, like this retirement. br br retirees are sunflowers tilting br and shining a splendid lustrous br dextrous yellow in the evening breeze, br in the full splendour of the sun before they br slowly gently glide into the hands of the br expansive horizon, dip into infinity of time.