In the mirror of memories cast,
Lines of wisdom softly traced,
The whispers of yesterday’s past,
In every wrinkle, history embraced.
Seasons dance in tender hues,
Leaves of life in colors bright,
Each moment, a precious muse,
Illuminated by the fading light.
The journey winds through valleys deep,
Over hills kissed by the sun,
In the heart, those secrets keep,
Of battles lost and victories won.
As shadows lengthen in the eve,
Time gently weaves its golden thread,
In the soul, we learn to believe,
In the beauty of paths we’ve tread.