In the corners of time, where shadows creep,
There sits an old woman, her secrets she keeps.
Her weary eyes, once filled with vibrant light,
Now hold a fading spark, a flicker so slight.
She sits by the window, gazing afar,
Her thoughts like whispers, beneath the evening star.
Memories dance in the creases of her face,
Etched by time's caress, a life's intricate grace.
She's lived through the seasons, the joys and the pain,
Now, she awaits the inevitable, her final refrain.
Her body may falter, her steps may grow slow,
But her spirit lingers, an ember aglow.
She's seen the world change, witnessed history's tide,
Yet she finds solace, in the love she can't hide.
Her loved ones have departed, to realms beyond sight,
But their whispers still echo, in her heart's quiet night.
The days may pass by, like grains of sand,
But her soul finds solace in this liminal land.
For she knows in her heart, the end will draw near,
And she embraces the unknown, without a fear.
Through the veil of twilight, she waits with grace,
Accepting life's finale, her final embrace.
In the tapestry of existence, she finds her place,
An old woman waiting, to meet death's gentle face.
For in her surrender, there lies a profound peace,
A release from the burdens that time didn't cease.
And as she fades like the sunset's golden hue,
Her spirit takes flight, to skies anew.
