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In the twilight years, where shadows grow long,

Old age adults face a battle, silent and strong.

For in the quiet of the night, sleep eludes,

Leaving minds weary, in endless interludes.

With each passing hour, the darkness deepens,

As restless thoughts stir, in minds weakened.

Memories flicker, like candles in the wind,

Lost in the labyrinth of sleep's endless spin.

As dawn breaks, fatigue takes its toll,

Leaving minds foggy, like mist on a knoll.

Words slip away, like grains of sand,

Lost in the abyss of sleep's demand.

Yet amidst the fog, a truth does shine,

That lack of sleep can be a silent sign.

Of mental struggles, buried deep,

In the hearts of those who cannot sleep.

For in the silence of the night, they fight,

Against the shadows that haunt the night.

But with understanding and care, they find,

That solace can be found, in the gentlest of kind.

So let us offer support, let us lend an ear,

To those who face the darkness, with fear.

For in the twilight years, they deserve peace,

And a restful night's sleep, where troubles cease.