In whispers of the morning breeze,
Echoes of an era long past,
Where life moved with a gentle ease,
And moments were made to last.

The chime of an old grandfather clock,
Stories woven in threads of gold,
Each tick a precious memory lock,
In the warm embrace of days of old.

Candlelit dinners and handwritten letters,
A dance of shadows on the wall,
Life’s simplest joys were the greatest fetters,
Binding hearts in a timeless thrall.

As twilight fades into the night,
The classic life in a silent ode,
In the stillness of the starlit light,
We find our way down memory’s road.