In the quiet of the twilight,
Where shadows gently fall,
Memories dance like fireflies,
Illuminating the hall.

Wrinkles tell their tales,
Of laughter, love, and tears,
Each line a testament,
To the passage of the years.

Wisdom whispers softly,
In the hush of night,
Lessons learned and stories told,
In the gentle fading light.

Though the body may grow weary,
The spirit remains bright,
Embracing the golden years,
With grace and silent might.