In the twilight of life’s gentle embrace,
Faces etched with lines of grace,
Eyes that hold a thousand tales,
Wisdom in whispers, never fails.

Hands once strong, now tender and light,
Embracing memories in the night,
Heartbeats slow, yet deeply profound,
In silence, they make the most sound.

Seasons change, but the soul remains,
Through joy and sorrow, love sustains,
Old age, a tapestry woven with care,
Each thread a story, each breath a prayer.

So cherish the gifts that time bestows,
The gentle wisdom that quietly flows,
For in the twilight, we find our way,
Through the beauty of old age, we stay.