In the quiet of the twilight hour,
Shadows dance upon the walls,
Echoes of laughter, whispers of sorrow,
In the halls of time, they softly call.
Pages of a story, yellowed with age,
Ink fading, but memories remain,
Faces and places, long forgotten,
In the heart, they still sustain.
Through the window of the past I gaze,
A life once lived, a journey taken,
Footprints in the sands of time,
By the waves, gently awakened.
Old life, a tapestry of moments,
Woven with threads of joy and pain,
In its embrace, I find solace,
Until we meet, once again.