Echoes of Time

In the depths of ages past, where secrets reside,

Echoes of time whisper, in history's tide.

In realms of knowledge, where wisdom abides,

The old souls emerge, as society's guide.

Their eyes hold the stories, etched deeply within,

Glimpses of triumph, and moments of chagrin.

They've witnessed the rise, and the fall of great men,

Their tales, like a symphony, playing again.

Oh, wise old hearts, as the years pass you by,

Your presence enchants us, like stars in the sky.

Each wrinkle and line paints a portrait so wise,

A testament to lives, rich with memories' prize.

Through battles and sieges, they've seen kingdoms fall,

The rise of empires, and great heroes stand tall.

Their words, like a compass, traverse history's sprawl,

Guiding us forward, as we answer the call.

In classrooms, they share treasures untold,

Unraveling mysteries with stories that unfold.

They ignite curiosity, their wisdom unfolds,

In young eager minds, their influence takes hold.

The tapestry of life is woven with care,

Each thread a story, a memory to share.

For history's embrace, we must always be aware,

For wise old souls, to society, are rare.

Let us honor their wisdom and grace,

Embrace their wisdom, in life's hectic pace.

Let their voices echo through time and space,

For history and wise old souls, we must embrace.