In the twilight of our golden years,
We find solace in the whispering winds,
Memories of youth linger like morning dew,
As the days grow shorter, the heart grows fonder.
The lines on our faces tell stories untold,
Each wrinkle a chapter of laughter and tears,
Weaving a tapestry of love and loss,
Embracing the beauty in the journey of time.
With each passing season, wisdom blooms,
Like autumn leaves, vibrant and wise,
We cherish the simple joys of life,
And hold dear the warmth of familiar faces.
As we walk hand in hand towards the horizon,
The setting sun paints our path in gold,
In the dance of shadows and light,
We find peace in the embrace of growing old.