In the twilight of life’s gentle embrace,
Where silver threads weave through the hair,
Memories linger, etched in grace,
Whispering tales of times we dare.

The lines on faces, maps of years,
Each wrinkle a story, a path untold,
Eyes that sparkle with wisdom’s tears,
Hearts that never truly grow old.

Hands that tremble, yet hold so strong,
Carrying the weight of yesteryears,
Voices soft, yet echo long,
In the chambers of our ears.

Embrace the age with gentle pride,
For every season has its dawn,
In every soul, the ebbing tide,
Leaves a legacy, never gone.