In the quiet corners of the world, he sits, A gentle giant with stories untold, His hands, weathered by time,…
In the quiet hum of the old rocking chair, Grandfather’s tales weave through the air, Each wrinkle a testament to…
In the quiet of the evening, by the fireside’s gentle glow, He shares tales of yesteryears, of places we may…
In the gentle whispers of the evening breeze, Your stories float, timeless and serene, Echoes of a life lived with…
In the twilight of your years, Your stories were like embers, Glowing with the warmth of time, Lighting up my…
In the garden where dreams would bloom, He’d sit with stories, banishing gloom. The wrinkles on his face, a map…
In the twilight of your years, you stand so tall, A pillar of wisdom, a shelter from the squall. Your…