In the quiet corridors of the mind,
Where whispers of yesteryears reside,
A gentle fade begins to unwind,
As memories slowly ebb and hide.
Faces of loved ones blur, then drift,
Like autumn leaves in a wistful breeze,
Moments once cherished, now adrift,
In the silent depths of fading seas.
Words, once vibrant, lose their hue,
Echoes of laughter fade to gray,
Yet in the heart, love holds true,
Guiding through the dimmest day.
In this shadowed dance of time,
Where clarity and fog entwine,
A gentle hand, a soothing rhyme,
Brings comfort to the heart’s design.