In the quiet moments of life’s twilight,
Where the sun dips low but the horizon is bright,
Patience weaves its delicate thread,
A tapestry of dreams, both alive and dead.

The clock ticks slowly, a gentle reminder,
Of the time we spend, growing kinder,
Waiting not in vain, but with grace,
For destiny’s gentle, tender embrace.

Through seasons of change and winds that howl,
We stand firm, our spirits unbowed,
For in patience lies the strength untold,
A silent symphony, both brave and bold.

So let us cherish this sacred art,
Of waiting with an open heart,
For in the stillness, we often find,
The beauty of time, so gentle, so kind.