In the twilight of the evening’s gentle breeze,
He sits, a figure of calm and ease.
His eyes, a haven of stories untold,
Each wrinkle, a journey of days of old.

With hands that crafted dreams from clay,
He taught us to cherish each fleeting day.
His laughter, a melody of love’s pure art,
Echoes forever in every heart.

Through seasons of joy and sorrow’s rain,
He stood, unyielding, through pleasure and pain.
His wisdom, a beacon in nights so dark,
Guiding us home, like an eternal spark.

Now as the stars embrace the night,
We remember him, a guiding light.
In every moment, his spirit lives on,
In every dawn, his memory is drawn.