In the quiet hush of time’s embrace,
Whispers of the past still trace,
Through the corridors of memory’s halls,
Echoes of laughter, tears, and calls.

Once upon a golden dawn,
Moments fleeting, now they’re gone,
Yet in the heart, they softly gleam,
Like a distant, cherished dream.

Through the pages of yesteryears,
Painted with joys and silent tears,
The tapestry of life unfurls,
In a dance of shadows and twirls.

As the sun sets on days gone by,
We hold the past, but don’t ask why,
For in the echoes, we find our way,
Guiding us to a brighter day.