The Gallery of Years

Tonight, we stand at the edge of time

A threshold of years, a pause to rhyme

The old year whispers secrets in our ear

Of moments lived, of dreams we held dear

We flip through pages, worn and torn

A gallery of years, where memories are born

Faces we loved, places we've been

Echoes of laughter, whispers within

The snapshots of joy, the tears we've cried

The triumphs and trials, side by side

We recall the moments, we chose to stay

The love we shared, in sunlit days

In the dimming light, shadows play

Reminding us of what's slipped away

Gifts we took for granted, time we wasted too

But in the heart's archive, the best we knew

The old year folds like a storybook

Leaving us with lessons, and love we took

Let go the what-ifs, let go the pain

For in the memories, love remains.

Here's to the old year, and the new ahead

May we fill it with love, and moments we won't dread.

Quote

In the shadows of time, the memories we cherish are the lights we leave behind.

Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

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