Reminiscence

The embers glow, a dying fire's gleam,

Casting long shadows, a forgotten dream.

Each flicker brings a memory's ghost,

Of moments cherished, loved and lost.

A whisper of laughter, a tear that may stray,

For time's relentless, and youth slips away.

The echoes of voices, a melancholic sound,

Of joys long past, where solace is not found.

But in the embers, a flicker remains,

A spark of hope, that joy still sustains.

For memories linger, a treasure untold,

A story whispered, in hearts of old.