An old man

In the tender embrace of twilight, An old man stands,
His weary eyes, like warmed-over wisdom, range over the vast earth.
A tapestry of time was painted on his face,
A story of a life lived with grace.

With every step echoes a lifetime,
The weight of memories, deep.
In his calloused hands, the scars of ages,
Yet his spirit, resilient, still reaches for the stars.

An old man's laughter carries untold stories,
Of the vita of youth and the loves of old.
His voice, the melody of the stories of days gone by,
Whispered secrets that will last forever.

In solitude he finds peace and reflection,
Embracing the vermilion eyeful of life's crossroads.
Through joys and sorrows, triumphs and disappointments,
He has rarely weathered storms.

He finds solace in the simplicity of each passing day
Watching the seasons change, as time slips by.
For in the dimness of his years he has come to know,
The essence of life lies in the seeds we sow.

So cherish every moment, O weary soul,
Let love and compassion be the ultimate goal of your life.
Because the old man's journey reminds us, no doubt,
That living a good life is the name of life.