In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where memories softly tread,
The echoes of bygone days unwind,
Stories of lives once brightly led.
Wrinkled hands hold tales untold,
Each line a path of laughter and tears,
Through the tapestry of days of old,
Woven with love and silent fears.
The mirror reflects a face weathered,
Yet in the eyes, a youthful spark,
A heart where dreams are still gathered,
Guiding through shadows and the dark.
In the twilight of this grand stage,
Wisdom dances with gentle grace,
Embracing the beauty of every age,
In life’s endless, tender embrace.