In the quiet whispers of the evening’s glow,
Time paints its stories on the face of earth,
Each line and shadow, a tale of ebb and flow,
A testament to moments of joy and mirth.

The hands that once held dreams aloft,
Now cradle memories, soft and deep,
Yet in their gentle tremor, courage is wrought,
For every wrinkle holds secrets they keep.

Eyes that have seen the world unfold,
Gaze upon sunsets with a knowing sigh,
In the tapestry of years, threads of gold,
Weaving wisdom as days go by.

In the twilight of life, a serene grace,
Embracing change with a heart so bold,
For in the dance of time, we find our place,
And cherish the stories that age has told.