26 de janeiro de 2023

A tale to tell

Time and age, a tale to tell,
Of memories locked in a spell,
Of moments that slip through our grasp,
Like sand through an hourglass.

The past, a labyrinth of old,
Where echoes of youth still hold,
And the future, a mystery yet to unfold,
As we journey down the roads of gold.

Age creeps in, with each passing year,
Etching wrinkles, and bringing fear,
But time, it goes on, without a care,
As we age, and our hair turns grey and spare.

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