In high school days, a dream takes flight,
With code as wings, reaching for the light.
Now, as time flows, I start to see,
Coding's a passion, not my whole show.
Along the way, I've learned to let be,
With grace in heart, as life's river flows free.
Future updates might be few and far,
For other joys now beckon from afar.
Yet thoughts in words, on page, will stay,
A gentle echo of each passing day.