As twilight's hush descends upon my door,
I feel the weight of time's relentless score.
The threads of life, once vibrant, now unwind,
A tapestry of memories, left behind.

The fire that once burned bright and bold,
Flickers faintly, growing cold.
The embers of my heart, now gray and old,
A dying flame, that soon will grow cold.

I think of all the days, the laughter and the...