Age shines best in four fine things,
Old wood, old wine, old books, old friends to keep.
Like echoes soft that wisdom brings,
Old wood burns with steady light,
A warmth that glows through endless night.

Old friends stand when all else fades,
Through storm and sun, through light and shade.
Old words penned in pages worn,
Hold many truths that can't be torn.

And old wine flows with richer taste,
A sweetness time cannot erase.
It warms the heart...