In the silence of the twilight hour,
Where shadows dance with the fading light,
Memories of yesteryears empower,
The soul to drift through the night.

The echoes of laughter, long gone,
Resonate in the stillness profound,
Whispering tales of days bygone,
In every corner, in every sound.

The old life, a tapestry of time,
Woven with threads of joy and sorrow,
Each moment a silent chime,
Beckoning towards a new tomorrow.

Yet in the heart’s quiet chamber,
The past and present intertwine,
A gentle reminder to remember,
The old life, forever divine.