When morning dew no longer clings as before,
And sunlight dances gently on the silver shore.
The lines upon our faces tell stories untold,
Of laughter, of tears, of lives that unfold.

In the garden of memories where old roses grow,
Each petal a moment, each thorn a shadow.
We wander the paths, once vibrant and bold,
Now softened by time, a tapestry of gold.

The echoes of youth still linger in our eyes,
As stars in the night, forever they rise.
Wisdom whispered in the rustle of leaves,
In the heart’s quiet chambers, where love never leaves.

With every sunset, a promise of dawn,
In the twilight of life, new dreams are born.
For growing old is not just to fade,
But a graceful dance, in the twilight parade.