In the quiet hush of twilightâs embrace,
Lines of wisdom etched upon a face,
Stories woven in the fabric of years,
Echoes of laughter, remnants of tears.
The silver dawn of lifeâs late stage,
A book of memories, page by page,
Each chapter rich with joys and strife,
The gentle cadence of a seasoned life.
A heart that beats with steady grace,
Eyes that see a slower pace,
Hands that tremble, yet still hold tight,
To dreams that linger in the night.
Embrace the shadows, soft and kind,
In the twilight of the mind,
For in the golden light of age,
Lies the beauty of a timeless sage.