The Agony of Aging

Years gentle come, then quietly go,
Carrying shadows only time can know,
Memories fade, strength grows thin,
A silent battle deep within.

Faint echoes of youth’s fierce flame,
Now whispers lost, never the same,
With every line etched on the face,
A story of life's relentless pace.

Longing for days that once felt near,
Yet wisdom blooms through each year,
Though pain may linger, hearts still sway,
In the hope of dawn’s anew day.