In the garden of the mind, shadows play,
Memories drift like petals, fading away.
Familiar faces blur, like mist in the dawn,
Whispers of laughter, now almost gone.
Time’s gentle thief, with a silken touch,
Steals fragments of love, though we cherish so much.
Once vibrant stories, now lost in the haze,
Each day is a puzzle, a labyrinth of days.
Names slip through fingers, like grains of fine sand,
Yet in the quiet moments, we still understand.
A smile, a heartbeat, a hand held tight,
In the depths of the struggle, love remains bright.
Though paths may be twisted, and clarity fades,
The essence of spirit in shadows cascades.
Through twilight and memory, we still find a way,
To honor the journey, come what may
