In the quiet corners of a forgotten home,
Reside the echoes of lives once known.
An ordinary man with dreams unshown,
A woman’s warmth that seeds have sown.

Between the whispers of worn-out walls,
Their laughter lingers, their memory calls.
Simple hearts in life’s grand halls,
Embracing joys as twilight falls.

A father’s toil, a mother’s grace,
In mundane tasks, they find their place.
Etched in time, their gentle pace,
A legacy of love, no time can erase.

Through Larkin’s words, their spirits rise,
In quiet verses, their truth lies.
A testament to lives that never disguise,
The beauty in simplicity, the wisdom in ties.