In the shadows of time’s gentle embrace,
Whispers of old life softly trace,
Memories woven in threads of gold,
Stories of warmth, silently told.

Beneath the ancient oak’s vast canopy,
Dreams once lived in simplicity,
Echoes of laughter, songs of the past,
In the heart’s chamber, forever cast.

Gentle winds carry tales untold,
Of lives once vibrant, now grown old,
Yet in the silence, they still ignite,
A spark of life in the darkest night.

Oh, how the years weave their gentle song,
In the tapestry where we belong,
Old life whispers in the quiet of day,
Guiding our steps in its timeless way.