In twilightâs gentle embrace, we find
The traces of a life well-lived, entwined
With memories that dance in silver streams,
Reflecting joys and unspoken dreams.
Faces from the past in shadows play,
As evening shadows slowly fade away.
Each wrinkle tells a tale, each scar a song,
Of battles fought and love that stayed strong.
The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground,
A silent symphony, a soothing sound.
In every gust of wind, in every sigh,
We hear the echoes of a time gone by.
So let us cherish this, our golden age,
A chapter rich with wisdom on lifeâs stage.
For in the twilight of our days, we see,
The beauty of what is, and what can be.