In the dust of time’s embrace,
Where echoes of yesteryears softly tread,
There lies the wisdom of a slower pace,
In stories that the winds have read.

The cobblestones, worn by countless feet,
Sing songs of laughter and silent tears,
In alleys where the past and present meet,
Each shadow holds a thousand years.

The yellowed pages of forgotten tomes,
Hold secrets whispered in candlelit glow,
In the corners of old, cherished homes,
Where memories in faded frames bestow.

Yet in the heart, these tales remain,
A tapestry woven with threads of gold,
The old life whispers again and again,
In stories of the young and the bold.