In shadows of the past, where memories reside,
The whispers of old life softly collide.
With tales of yesteryears, in sepia tones,
A tapestry of moments, etched in stones.

The laughter of children, in fields of green,
Echoes through time, in a dream unseen.
Faces of loved ones, now faded and still,
In the heart’s quiet chamber, they forever will.

Old houses creak with stories untold,
Their walls a canvas, of lives grown old.
The scent of nostalgia, in the air so sweet,
A gentle reminder of time’s steady beat.

As the sun sets on this golden plain,
The past and present, in harmony remain.
For in the echoes of an old life’s song,
We find where we truly belong.