In the twilight of life’s gentle embrace,
Where shadows linger, yet hope finds a place.
Yeats’ verses weave through time and space,
Offering solace with their timeless grace.

Amidst the tumult of a world unknown,
His words like seeds of hope are sown.
Through every sorrow, every tear shown,
A beacon of light, in darkness alone.

The falcon’s cry, the gyre’s spin,
Symbols of chaos, yet hope within.
For in the turning, new beginnings win,
A cycle of life that starts again.

So let us cherish Yeats’ hopeful rhyme,
A testament to the enduring climb.
Through every season, every time,
Hope remains a steadfast chime.