In the garden of forgotten dreams,
Where youth and age silently meet,
A dance unfolds with gentle beams,
As time whispers beneath their feet.
In eyes of youth, the future gleams,
Endless horizons stretch afar,
Yet in the heart of age, it seems,
Life is but a fleeting star.
The laughter of the young resounds,
In joyous echoes through the years,
While wisdom in the aged abounds,
A tapestry of smiles and tears.
Together they weave stories old,
With threads of dreams and memories,
Binding the young and ancient soul,
In timeless, ageless reveries.