Why Old Age?
Why age, a question whispered low,
A mystery, a silent flow.
A journey’s end, a fading light,
A twilight hush, a peaceful night.
A life well-lived, a story told,
A chapter closed, a heart grown old.
A time to rest, to dream, to sigh,
Beneath the vast and endless sky.
A chance to ponder, to reflect,
To find solace, perfect, correct.
A season’s change, a natural art,
A tender touch, a gentle heart.
So let us honour, age’s grace,
A sacred time, a holy space.
A final chapter, pure and true,
A life well-lived, forever new.
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