In the garden of time, where shadows play,
Youth dances lightly, in a carefree way.
With dreams aglow and hearts so bright,
They chase the dawn, embrace the light.

Yet age stands tall with wisdom’s grace,
A steady hand, a knowing face.
The lines of time etched deep and true,
A testament to all they’ve been through.

Together they weave life’s grand design,
Where youth’s bold steps and age’s refine.
A perfect balance, a harmonious blend,
From start to finish, end to end.

So let us cherish both young and old,
For in their dance, life’s tales are told.
The fire of youth, the calm of age,
Together they turn life’s golden page.