In the silence of the twilight hour,
Where memories dance in gentle sway,
The echoes of an old life tower,
Whispering tales of a bygone day.

Each shadow holds a piece of time,
A fragment of a life once lived,
The past and present intertwine,
In a tapestry, time has weaved.

The laughter of a distant youth,
Still lingers in the evening breeze,
A testament to love and truth,
Etched in the heart, never to cease.

Though the years may swiftly pass,
And faces fade from sight and mind,
The old life lives, a looking glass,
Reflecting dreams left far behind.