In the quiet corners of life’s winding road,
Where whispers of time softly unfold,
The tapestry of years gently weaves,
Stories hidden beneath autumn leaves.

Eyes that have seen both joy and despair,
Gaze upon memories, delicate and rare.
Wrinkles tell tales of laughter and tears,
Echoes of love through the passage of years.

The hands once strong now tenderly hold,
Moments of warmth, in hearts made of gold.
With each breath, wisdom’s gentle embrace,
Guides the soul to a peaceful place.

In the twilight, a serene reflection,
Of a life well-lived in quiet perfection.
Old age, a journey of grace and might,
A testament to resilience, shining bright.