In the quiet corners of forgotten days,
Where echoes of laughter softly fade,
Memories dance like autumn leaves,
In a world where time gently weaves.

The shadows hold tales of yesteryears,
With whispers of dreams once held dear,
A tapestry woven with threads of gold,
Stories of an old life, silently told.

Each wrinkle a chapter, each sigh a song,
The heartbeats of a life, steady and strong,
Through the corridors of time, I wander,
In reflections deep, I softly ponder.

Yet in the twilight, a gentle grace,
In the embrace of time’s tender embrace,
An old life cherished, a journey divine,
In the echoes of the past, I find my sign.