The mirror of memories

 In the mosaic of olden days, reflections unfold,

The rearview mirror of memories, a tale to be told.

Highs and lows painted on the canvas of time,

A masterpiece of life, an intricate rhyme.

 

Laughter and tears, like brushstrokes so bold,

In the gallery of recollections, stories are scrolled.

People, once vivid, in my journey they played,

A tapestry of connections and memories laid.

 

Some departed, like whispers in the wind,

Time's gentle teacher, lessons chime within.

No rewind button in life's relentless track,

A realization dawns, no going back.

 

Parents, like anchors, in the corridors reside,

Their absence echoes a bittersweet tide.

Friends who once walked, are now shadows cast,

In the heart's album, memories forever last.

 

Time, the silent sculptor shapes the past,

Moments slip away, yet memories amass.

A lesson learned, as the years gently hover,

The importance of memories for those who discover.

 

In the tapestry of age, threads interlace,

A symphony of memories, in time and space.

For seniors, each recollection is a treasure trove,

An ode to the past, and a testament to love.