In the gentle hum of a ticking clock,
Lies the essence of days gone by,
A melody woven in the fabric of time,
Where echoes of laughter never die.

Cobblestone streets tell tales of old,
As whispers of history gently unfold,
In every shadow, a story is spun,
Of lives once lived in the golden sun.

The scent of ancient books fills the air,
Pages turned by hands of care,
In libraries where secrets sleep,
Dreams of yesteryear softly weep.

A symphony of memories plays on,
In the theater of life, dusk to dawn,
With every scene a cherished view,
Classic life, forever true.