Old Age

Old Age

In the night gentle, fading light,

Where gossips of the past ignite,

A journey of years unfolds,

In many shades of silver, blues, and golds.

Each wrinkle tells a story grand,

Of laughter, tears, a guiding hand,

A life well-lived, with paths well-tread,

In dreams pursued, in words once said.

The dance of time, so swift, so sure,

Transforms the young, the bright, the pure,

Into the wise, the calm, the sage,

The echoes of a golden age.

Through seasons’ change, and years that pass,

In every shadow time does cast,

A strength emerges, soft yet strong,

A heart that knows where it belongs.

For age is but a gentle friend,

A journey that we all transcend,

A testament to life's sweet song,

In memories, we all belong.

Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

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